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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 480 | 2024-06-11 08:31:43 | 72.88 | 96.6% |
| 401 | 2024-06-09 15:13:09 | 66.47 | 95.7% |
| 247 | 2024-06-04 22:23:11 | 58.01 | 93.6% |
| 103 | 2024-06-03 03:17:31 | 52.17 | 94.5% |