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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1536 | 2024-02-13 22:25:06 | 68.48 | 97.4% |
| 1442 | 2024-01-08 23:22:11 | 61.41 | 96.8% |
| 1440 | 2024-01-08 23:18:52 | 62.83 | 97% |
| 1161 | 2023-01-11 13:53:01 | 61.06 | 96% |
| 837 | 2022-11-05 02:20:40 | 59.36 | 97% |