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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5947 | 2024-01-16 02:08:57 | 110.18 | 97.7% |
| 1331 | 2020-07-07 21:27:49 | 80.90 | 95% |