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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8403 | 2024-04-28 09:21:17 | 88.57 | 96.1% |
| 7875 | 2024-04-14 11:21:38 | 85.34 | 95.2% |
| 7523 | 2023-12-21 06:57:09 | 79.84 | 98% |
| 5505 | 2022-06-04 16:29:00 | 79.88 | 97% |