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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1125 | 2024-04-19 09:52:47 | 143.36 | 98.7% |
| 930 | 2024-01-11 13:23:46 | 123.29 | 97.8% |