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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3694 | 2024-03-11 14:26:25 | 62.52 | 95.1% |
| 3544 | 2024-02-24 09:16:15 | 60.44 | 96% |
| 3222 | 2024-01-25 15:45:20 | 64.60 | 96.4% |
| 2812 | 2023-12-06 06:10:17 | 55.87 | 95% |