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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5441 | 2024-09-12 07:54:34 | 91.17 | 96.7% |
| 5259 | 2024-07-10 10:53:54 | 91.28 | 96.6% |
| 4938 | 2024-03-27 06:42:05 | 89.18 | 96.5% |
| 3910 | 2021-12-09 12:50:17 | 65.74 | 94% |