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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2601 | 2023-11-28 13:10:42 | 94.03 | 96.8% |
| 1176 | 2023-01-23 19:56:47 | 93.10 | 99% |