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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2024-01-11 11:21:16 | 70.78 | 97.4% |
| 1361 | 2023-12-29 09:01:28 | 72.65 | 96.7% |
| 1180 | 2023-12-07 09:02:31 | 72.79 | 97.3% |