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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 354 | 2024-01-09 12:55:30 | 81.57 | 96.5% |
| 153 | 2023-12-26 19:01:53 | 76.68 | 94.4% |
| 70 | 2023-11-25 20:18:12 | 96.79 | 97.5% |