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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2024-02-29 02:54:51 | 67.74 | 96.6% |
| 631 | 2024-02-28 17:28:55 | 79.50 | 98.7% |
| 577 | 2024-02-23 16:24:21 | 75.02 | 98.4% |