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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2024-07-25 23:16:47 | 61.90 | 94% |
| 866 | 2024-07-18 00:58:24 | 83.33 | 96.7% |
| 389 | 2024-03-27 22:25:23 | 78.83 | 95.3% |
| 208 | 2024-03-03 23:27:09 | 77.13 | 95.5% |