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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2907 | 2024-04-18 06:00:56 | 93.14 | 95.9% |
| 2737 | 2024-04-11 03:17:59 | 94.14 | 96.2% |
| 1436 | 2024-01-25 15:39:53 | 104.47 | 96.9% |
| 844 | 2023-08-24 23:24:41 | 94.14 | 96% |