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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19618 | 2024-08-29 17:56:04 | 87.78 | 98.7% |
| 19328 | 2024-07-03 07:37:18 | 95.54 | 98.4% |
| 10760 | 2021-03-17 07:16:17 | 63.58 | 98% |
| 10150 | 2021-02-27 16:07:14 | 73.07 | 97.9% |