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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2389 | 2024-04-19 06:21:30 | 66.37 | 96.8% |
| 2012 | 2024-01-31 07:52:46 | 63.56 | 96% |
| 1893 | 2024-01-15 04:22:12 | 58.09 | 95.5% |
| 1847 | 2024-01-10 07:28:59 | 55.97 | 95.6% |
| 1534 | 2023-12-05 16:11:37 | 61.19 | 97.4% |
| 144 | 2023-05-07 20:01:57 | 54.41 | 96% |