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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1410 | 2024-07-14 05:37:06 | 74.16 | 96.2% |
| 1106 | 2024-06-15 05:21:30 | 93.93 | 97.2% |
| 188 | 2024-05-10 06:13:17 | 75.13 | 97% |
| 17 | 2024-05-07 05:39:17 | 63.05 | 97.2% |