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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13173 | 2024-01-10 20:21:40 | 83.98 | 96.4% |
| 13135 | 2024-01-10 14:34:47 | 86.63 | 97.9% |
| 12937 | 2024-01-02 11:20:27 | 95.16 | 97.6% |
| 12761 | 2023-12-23 11:27:31 | 79.30 | 96.6% |
| 2914 | 2020-03-06 15:23:32 | 62.27 | 96% |