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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1406 | 2024-07-12 13:10:14 | 73.84 | 97.7% |
| 1359 | 2024-04-27 11:15:16 | 72.78 | 97.8% |