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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 170 | 2024-10-21 02:31:19 | 69.50 | 96.4% |
| 135 | 2024-10-21 01:29:15 | 73.77 | 97.2% |
| 116 | 2024-10-20 17:25:00 | 74.38 | 96.9% |
| 70 | 2024-10-20 14:30:00 | 80.49 | 96.5% |