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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1693 | 2024-02-16 21:11:45 | 78.10 | 95.3% |
| 1598 | 2023-12-24 20:37:23 | 74.91 | 94.7% |
| 1501 | 2023-12-17 19:39:48 | 72.51 | 94.5% |
| 1392 | 2023-12-01 20:22:22 | 72.73 | 94.8% |