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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3935 | 2024-08-30 15:25:16 | 82.04 | 98.4% |
| 3743 | 2024-03-23 01:44:29 | 80.43 | 98.7% |
| 3742 | 2024-03-23 01:28:38 | 74.38 | 96.7% |