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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2024-11-05 00:21:33 | 74.86 | 97% |
| 236 | 2024-04-03 01:59:23 | 72.24 | 96% |
| 179 | 2024-03-23 07:00:56 | 66.49 | 95% |