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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1069 | 2024-04-07 02:30:33 | 73.13 | 96.3% |
| 1004 | 2024-04-03 04:47:20 | 79.98 | 98.2% |
| 682 | 2024-03-29 03:03:53 | 74.80 | 97.3% |
| 491 | 2024-03-24 15:57:21 | 64.52 | 97.1% |
| 293 | 2024-03-15 14:36:22 | 64.67 | 96.6% |
| 289 | 2024-03-15 14:31:55 | 62.91 | 95.7% |