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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3862 | 2022-10-17 23:41:11 | 113.60 | 99% |
| 1884 | 2020-03-10 04:35:59 | 103.37 | 96% |
| 406 | 2018-01-06 01:15:58 | 83.04 | 97% |