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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4754 | 2024-09-28 12:16:35 | 86.06 | 98% |
| 4115 | 2024-03-27 21:44:46 | 67.69 | 96.8% |
| 4072 | 2023-12-25 20:08:42 | 74.16 | 97.3% |