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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8832 | 2022-12-30 20:07:43 | 109.90 | 97% |
| 6368 | 2022-06-08 04:53:52 | 115.61 | 98% |
| 5990 | 2022-04-30 21:45:22 | 113.09 | 98% |