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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 731 | 2024-08-02 07:19:52 | 55.36 | 95.7% |
| 621 | 2024-07-15 07:59:51 | 63.99 | 97.7% |
| 397 | 2024-06-11 08:31:58 | 57.43 | 97.4% |
| 264 | 2023-12-01 09:50:40 | 52.70 | 96.6% |