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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2023-08-16 20:24:22 | 68.48 | 95.4% |
| 361 | 2023-08-11 20:58:03 | 70.37 | 94.6% |
| 310 | 2023-08-04 00:52:19 | 68.71 | 94.6% |
| 223 | 2023-07-19 13:57:56 | 66.12 | 94.8% |