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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 460 | 2024-02-17 11:15:25 | 56.75 | 95.3% |
| 374 | 2024-02-14 13:01:28 | 56.75 | 96.9% |
| 313 | 2024-02-11 10:59:15 | 55.61 | 96.1% |
| 16 | 2024-01-26 15:57:14 | 51.09 | 96.6% |