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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 268 | 2024-09-01 02:10:25 | 85.03 | 96.8% |
| 230 | 2024-08-27 13:12:13 | 59.10 | 94.6% |
| 91 | 2024-08-20 10:16:00 | 86.44 | 97.6% |