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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1839 | 2021-11-17 19:25:47 | 108.93 | 98% |
| 1667 | 2021-11-13 17:37:19 | 97.03 | 97% |
| 954 | 2021-11-01 17:10:41 | 104.66 | 97% |
| 445 | 2021-10-18 18:36:08 | 110.66 | 99% |