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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2024-05-15 23:26:58 | 57.87 | 95.7% |
| 38 | 2024-02-02 11:30:33 | 61.42 | 95.2% |
| 16 | 2024-01-17 16:12:27 | 57.36 | 95.6% |