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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1053 | 2025-03-20 17:18:41 | 60.60 | 94% |
| 628 | 2025-02-26 17:35:40 | 58.99 | 92% |
| 618 | 2025-02-26 15:33:16 | 59.37 | 94% |
| 610 | 2025-02-26 14:58:56 | 56.18 | 92% |
| 387 | 2025-02-19 16:42:42 | 58.43 | 93% |