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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2024-03-22 23:17:19 | 74.42 | 96% |
| 287 | 2024-03-22 16:01:37 | 78.15 | 96% |
| 56 | 2024-03-15 15:30:03 | 72.76 | 97% |