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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1276 | 2023-01-25 23:07:46 | 77.76 | 98% |
| 1204 | 2021-04-28 19:33:00 | 90.46 | 99% |