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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2254 | 2024-01-09 08:12:14 | 126.34 | 98.7% |
| 804 | 2023-03-31 17:51:14 | 128.72 | 99% |