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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1236 | 2024-02-04 19:09:31 | 61.63 | 94% |
| 1150 | 2024-01-21 23:10:30 | 60.37 | 94.6% |
| 1036 | 2024-01-14 17:45:52 | 61.84 | 94.2% |