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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1101 | 2024-04-23 10:56:44 | 79.90 | 97.3% |
| 849 | 2024-03-26 12:19:15 | 84.24 | 98.7% |
| 703 | 2024-03-05 08:16:57 | 69.60 | 95.8% |
| 391 | 2024-02-14 17:40:33 | 69.40 | 97.1% |