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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 401 | 2024-04-06 08:06:51 | 53.00 | 93.2% |
| 371 | 2024-04-04 08:12:36 | 53.72 | 91.9% |
| 281 | 2024-04-03 07:59:32 | 49.60 | 92% |
| 7 | 2024-03-28 06:24:03 | 51.08 | 93% |