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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3589 | 2024-04-01 14:39:13 | 102.39 | 98% |
| 2938 | 2024-03-15 14:22:46 | 95.28 | 97.5% |
| 1719 | 2024-01-26 13:47:25 | 79.75 | 95.8% |
| 1615 | 2024-01-22 22:04:35 | 88.58 | 98% |
| 381 | 2023-12-31 14:53:24 | 92.32 | 97.3% |