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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4014 | 2024-10-17 15:25:15 | 100.80 | 97% |
| 3948 | 2024-09-29 11:32:17 | 98.24 | 98.7% |
| 2941 | 2022-08-09 13:51:50 | 93.62 | 98% |