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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 335 | 2024-02-16 16:01:03 | 69.76 | 98.4% |
| 99 | 2023-12-05 15:01:51 | 61.91 | 96.8% |
| 25 | 2023-11-21 15:11:54 | 63.43 | 97.7% |