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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 194 | 2024-02-10 17:10:27 | 69.20 | 98% |
| 86 | 2024-02-08 15:00:28 | 69.06 | 98% |
| 77 | 2024-02-08 14:38:34 | 65.36 | 96% |