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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12015 | 2022-08-02 16:18:05 | 98.54 | 98% |
| 11742 | 2022-07-23 09:05:24 | 107.45 | 100% |
| 8247 | 2022-02-01 20:25:13 | 102.55 | 98% |