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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 228 | 2024-05-06 09:58:10 | 79.50 | 95.9% |
| 147 | 2024-04-06 06:51:49 | 84.13 | 96.7% |
| 78 | 2024-04-02 12:17:42 | 79.69 | 95.8% |