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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2182 | 2024-04-23 23:37:51 | 69.06 | 96.5% |
| 2049 | 2024-04-09 19:37:08 | 65.20 | 96.3% |
| 2020 | 2024-03-28 17:25:28 | 72.60 | 97.1% |