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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1987 | 2024-02-06 18:04:51 | 55.29 | 97% |
| 1835 | 2024-01-15 17:20:24 | 53.95 | 96.5% |
| 1620 | 2023-12-04 18:41:22 | 55.08 | 95.8% |
| 1605 | 2023-12-01 18:15:54 | 54.26 | 96.6% |
| 832 | 2023-08-03 17:17:16 | 52.06 | 96% |