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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8525 | 2024-12-25 17:51:23 | 86.85 | 97.9% |
| 6013 | 2021-08-26 20:22:06 | 76.96 | 97% |
| 4872 | 2021-07-28 13:19:47 | 82.80 | 98% |
| 679 | 2020-04-16 23:51:13 | 61.96 | 97% |