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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1921 | 2024-11-23 14:38:55 | 58.08 | 97.5% |
| 1915 | 2024-11-23 13:05:22 | 61.48 | 96.6% |
| 1742 | 2024-11-06 15:34:52 | 56.23 | 98.7% |
| 1476 | 2024-08-25 12:44:32 | 56.65 | 96% |