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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2820 | 2024-03-31 20:48:07 | 86.52 | 96.4% |
| 2752 | 2024-03-08 08:29:16 | 85.86 | 95.7% |
| 1881 | 2024-01-17 10:26:28 | 93.05 | 96.5% |