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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1209 | 2024-04-30 00:29:58 | 67.55 | 97% |
| 953 | 2024-04-25 03:27:34 | 60.01 | 97% |
| 917 | 2024-04-25 01:31:23 | 63.75 | 97.9% |
| 815 | 2020-06-26 19:57:08 | 58.71 | 97% |