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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 542 | 2024-03-19 11:50:47 | 75.14 | 97.3% |
| 525 | 2024-03-19 11:19:00 | 75.39 | 97.3% |
| 143 | 2024-01-04 19:13:25 | 50.85 | 95.4% |