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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2024-01-19 19:17:16 | 86.05 | 97.8% |
| 479 | 2023-12-21 21:43:07 | 93.51 | 98.7% |
| 304 | 2023-08-21 20:18:42 | 86.18 | 99% |