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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1926 | 2023-11-21 12:36:01 | 62.98 | 93.9% |
| 1918 | 2023-11-16 14:29:31 | 53.20 | 93.1% |