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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4077 | 2024-03-28 14:39:57 | 85.43 | 97.3% |
| 3964 | 2024-03-15 11:40:36 | 85.45 | 97.4% |
| 3945 | 2024-03-15 11:21:40 | 71.20 | 95.2% |
| 3082 | 2021-02-23 17:20:07 | 73.86 | 94.7% |