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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2024-01-17 23:10:44 | 75.38 | 97% |
| 258 | 2023-12-05 05:38:22 | 68.43 | 95.7% |
| 222 | 2023-11-14 18:41:49 | 75.77 | 97.1% |