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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 408 | 2024-12-17 11:42:08 | 62.43 | 97% |
| 382 | 2024-12-17 06:32:11 | 54.40 | 96% |
| 221 | 2024-11-17 08:08:26 | 56.81 | 96% |
| 201 | 2024-11-17 05:06:05 | 58.86 | 97.1% |