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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 371 | 2024-07-27 09:38:42 | 95.00 | 96.6% |
| 291 | 2024-06-20 07:28:53 | 95.80 | 97.4% |
| 274 | 2024-06-19 23:02:45 | 85.50 | 97% |