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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 601 | 2024-09-27 18:05:57 | 47.75 | 94.1% |
| 352 | 2024-09-13 16:36:55 | 55.13 | 96.4% |
| 335 | 2024-09-11 17:57:08 | 56.18 | 97.1% |