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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5034 | 2023-03-28 20:26:44 | 110.95 | 99% |
| 4867 | 2023-03-03 20:18:01 | 109.68 | 99% |
| 291 | 2017-12-11 01:08:30 | 105.39 | 100% |