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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8357 | 2022-07-21 22:44:57 | 73.13 | 97% |
| 6682 | 2022-01-14 22:21:10 | 75.64 | 98% |
| 3327 | 2021-05-10 21:55:46 | 69.33 | 98% |