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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2739 | 2023-03-29 22:59:07 | 92.24 | 98% |
| 2140 | 2023-03-14 07:45:55 | 91.20 | 96% |
| 1073 | 2023-01-23 19:09:43 | 92.77 | 97% |