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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5182 | 2024-03-10 11:03:38 | 77.69 | 97.1% |
| 4991 | 2024-01-09 14:57:18 | 72.19 | 97.3% |
| 623 | 2021-04-01 19:32:59 | 57.09 | 96% |