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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2021-12-10 20:28:12 | 178.83 | 99% |
| 1744 | 2021-05-21 06:30:15 | 169.78 | 98% |
| 1642 | 2021-05-15 08:42:20 | 172.23 | 98% |