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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2134 | 2024-04-04 17:02:45 | 79.89 | 96.6% |
| 2062 | 2024-02-21 15:09:30 | 61.52 | 95.5% |
| 1807 | 2023-12-27 01:53:28 | 68.32 | 95.7% |
| 1756 | 2023-12-23 23:59:29 | 74.82 | 96.5% |
| 1629 | 2023-12-17 21:21:11 | 65.95 | 94.2% |