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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5267 | 2023-12-02 12:13:05 | 107.85 | 98.7% |
| 4443 | 2023-11-08 06:00:25 | 87.27 | 95.4% |
| 3748 | 2023-10-21 06:14:03 | 87.79 | 95.4% |