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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3378 | 2024-11-16 22:29:19 | 48.55 | 98.2% |
| 3365 | 2024-11-16 22:05:40 | 47.91 | 97.9% |
| 3298 | 2024-09-21 22:04:09 | 49.77 | 98.9% |