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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11704 | 2024-01-17 18:49:35 | 74.02 | 95.6% |
| 7798 | 2022-11-25 13:56:39 | 63.07 | 96% |
| 4482 | 2022-07-21 19:20:38 | 66.58 | 95% |