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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5487 | 2024-04-19 13:35:43 | 84.81 | 97.7% |
| 5431 | 2024-04-16 13:39:39 | 85.51 | 98% |
| 5278 | 2024-03-22 11:00:28 | 81.93 | 96.6% |