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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2331 | 2023-11-27 15:06:39 | 72.73 | 96.2% |
| 2235 | 2023-11-25 08:44:08 | 75.57 | 96.1% |
| 1294 | 2023-02-11 05:54:01 | 76.85 | 96% |