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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2024-01-25 17:57:54 | 70.84 | 96% |
| 255 | 2024-01-15 18:23:20 | 72.56 | 96.8% |
| 107 | 2023-12-11 18:01:08 | 71.24 | 96.5% |