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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 410 | 2024-08-27 07:20:11 | 63.09 | 96.7% |
| 306 | 2024-08-23 14:39:31 | 67.01 | 96.6% |
| 201 | 2024-08-21 13:27:32 | 66.11 | 95.9% |
| 154 | 2024-08-21 12:08:28 | 60.36 | 96.2% |
| 114 | 2024-08-20 13:43:08 | 58.90 | 95.9% |
| 15 | 2024-08-16 13:55:49 | 63.11 | 97.9% |