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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 851 | 2024-01-13 22:09:01 | 81.83 | 97.3% |
| 384 | 2024-01-06 22:41:25 | 90.37 | 97.3% |
| 322 | 2024-01-06 18:46:20 | 93.99 | 98.2% |
| 109 | 2024-01-01 21:41:08 | 85.34 | 96.7% |