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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2024-04-16 13:39:37 | 88.50 | 98.2% |
| 475 | 2024-03-04 17:06:20 | 73.59 | 96.5% |
| 35 | 2023-02-23 20:47:30 | 82.35 | 96% |