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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5454 | 2024-03-01 11:52:30 | 95.35 | 97% |
| 5074 | 2024-02-12 13:50:24 | 79.58 | 96.3% |
| 4828 | 2024-01-16 12:48:55 | 90.19 | 96.3% |