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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 377 | 2024-01-29 08:52:52 | 61.88 | 96% |
| 309 | 2024-01-26 10:45:23 | 66.83 | 96% |
| 62 | 2024-01-16 07:50:17 | 64.00 | 97.5% |
| 39 | 2024-01-16 04:27:34 | 64.77 | 96.8% |