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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1019 | 2023-11-12 23:45:51 | 96.49 | 97.3% |
| 615 | 2021-03-15 02:55:25 | 98.45 | 98% |
| 36 | 2020-10-17 17:21:40 | 82.89 | 97% |