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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3000 | 2022-06-02 02:36:49 | 114.32 | 97% |
| 2376 | 2021-03-18 17:30:41 | 115.03 | 96% |
| 2375 | 2021-03-18 17:29:45 | 110.43 | 97% |
| 483 | 2020-03-08 05:32:23 | 91.35 | 97% |