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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2025-01-26 14:35:51 | 56.50 | 96% |
| 1351 | 2024-12-23 12:27:11 | 67.13 | 96.2% |
| 1287 | 2024-12-13 10:50:36 | 61.49 | 95.1% |
| 883 | 2024-05-30 04:12:58 | 70.70 | 97.9% |