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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2023-11-27 19:16:01 | 114.19 | 98.2% |
| 644 | 2021-02-15 22:51:16 | 100.66 | 97.8% |