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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2766 | 2024-04-20 17:23:30 | 71.99 | 94.5% |
| 2712 | 2024-04-19 22:00:22 | 75.60 | 94.2% |
| 2628 | 2024-04-18 17:41:30 | 78.09 | 95.5% |
| 2576 | 2024-04-17 18:43:51 | 78.23 | 94.8% |