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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 664 | 2024-12-30 00:59:53 | 36.84 | 95.1% |
| 604 | 2024-12-13 12:36:00 | 54.56 | 96.4% |
| 488 | 2024-08-15 13:28:32 | 49.10 | 96.4% |