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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2151 | 2024-05-25 16:19:12 | 79.65 | 96.7% |
| 1843 | 2023-11-23 19:39:37 | 86.68 | 97.4% |
| 1815 | 2023-11-11 23:45:01 | 69.51 | 95.1% |
| 1128 | 2023-09-15 17:03:00 | 75.62 | 98.4% |