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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1446 | 2024-04-18 08:30:32 | 62.14 | 95% |
| 1220 | 2024-04-09 13:58:50 | 66.26 | 96% |
| 959 | 2023-08-04 14:09:25 | 62.62 | 96% |