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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2023-12-21 11:04:56 | 51.92 | 95.5% |
| 356 | 2023-12-05 11:06:31 | 53.91 | 97.9% |
| 307 | 2023-12-01 10:46:21 | 56.30 | 97.4% |
| 65 | 2023-11-21 12:36:07 | 57.70 | 98.4% |