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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3007 | 2023-02-18 12:27:11 | 61.26 | 95% |
| 1818 | 2023-02-04 15:10:14 | 62.92 | 99% |
| 494 | 2023-01-13 16:26:27 | 52.58 | 96% |