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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3259 | 2024-10-04 01:53:29 | 99.08 | 98.2% |
| 3182 | 2024-10-01 05:45:44 | 98.07 | 98.4% |
| 2776 | 2024-05-30 23:09:41 | 87.23 | 97.2% |
| 2772 | 2024-05-30 23:04:32 | 82.24 | 96.6% |
| 1040 | 2023-01-20 03:41:12 | 88.50 | 98% |