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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4094 | 2022-02-13 12:05:27 | 111.40 | 97% |
| 3482 | 2021-12-01 06:27:10 | 99.19 | 96% |
| 3008 | 2021-10-07 12:52:23 | 110.66 | 98% |
| 1430 | 2021-05-19 18:41:26 | 82.61 | 96% |