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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2409 | 2024-01-01 19:31:32 | 58.23 | 94.3% |
| 2391 | 2023-12-20 17:08:40 | 52.64 | 94.2% |
| 2110 | 2023-09-11 16:16:44 | 56.13 | 94.5% |