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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 235 | 2024-01-15 05:43:08 | 69.36 | 97% |
| 145 | 2024-01-15 01:42:27 | 65.44 | 96.3% |
| 73 | 2024-01-12 11:15:20 | 58.46 | 96.2% |