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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2024-07-12 12:38:24 | 60.86 | 95.8% |
| 1092 | 2024-05-10 18:05:02 | 59.11 | 95% |
| 713 | 2023-11-15 12:16:50 | 50.57 | 95.3% |