Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1782 | 2024-03-23 18:05:48 | 89.24 | 97.4% |
| 1752 | 2024-03-02 20:40:00 | 89.95 | 98.7% |
| 558 | 2018-01-06 22:05:03 | 72.53 | 99% |