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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6820 | 2023-12-08 02:11:54 | 71.15 | 97.4% |
| 3102 | 2020-01-14 04:59:04 | 59.10 | 96% |