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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5261 | 2024-04-04 09:11:38 | 86.00 | 97.7% |
| 4851 | 2024-01-12 14:08:30 | 91.84 | 97.3% |
| 3987 | 2023-12-12 14:49:41 | 89.43 | 97.5% |