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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1793 | 2024-09-07 02:42:39 | 74.60 | 95.8% |
| 1761 | 2024-07-24 18:57:05 | 77.72 | 96.2% |
| 1752 | 2024-07-24 18:09:39 | 74.22 | 96.2% |
| 901 | 2022-03-09 16:43:13 | 59.99 | 94% |