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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7425 | 2024-05-01 12:41:20 | 82.30 | 96.4% |
| 6396 | 2024-01-28 04:13:49 | 94.24 | 97% |
| 3443 | 2023-03-28 09:32:22 | 79.00 | 96% |
| 3215 | 2023-03-18 15:54:04 | 78.96 | 97% |