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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3623 | 2024-03-18 07:55:24 | 76.04 | 94.8% |
| 3466 | 2023-12-26 10:42:02 | 72.59 | 95% |
| 3464 | 2023-12-21 09:36:18 | 84.64 | 96.9% |