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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2060 | 2024-07-12 11:54:05 | 71.09 | 97.9% |
| 1477 | 2024-01-29 10:56:27 | 49.34 | 96.7% |
| 1473 | 2024-01-26 10:45:32 | 58.65 | 97.2% |