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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2024-06-04 11:57:31 | 87.27 | 96.6% |
| 1491 | 2024-04-12 13:02:43 | 86.02 | 96% |
| 1127 | 2024-03-03 05:28:31 | 82.97 | 96.4% |