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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3040 | 2024-11-22 13:13:42 | 75.00 | 95.9% |
| 2844 | 2024-02-13 18:01:59 | 73.19 | 95.5% |
| 2577 | 2024-02-05 04:51:02 | 71.76 | 96.7% |