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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4018 | 2024-03-21 03:29:08 | 84.36 | 96.8% |
| 3301 | 2023-11-22 09:09:08 | 75.53 | 97% |
| 2527 | 2023-10-03 20:30:25 | 71.89 | 96.2% |