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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1647 | 2024-05-26 17:05:21 | 52.46 | 93.8% |
| 1629 | 2024-05-24 20:43:54 | 44.07 | 93.7% |
| 1465 | 2024-05-09 08:41:34 | 52.17 | 93.1% |
| 1276 | 2023-12-18 11:51:24 | 54.87 | 94.2% |