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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4621 | 2023-07-06 06:16:08 | 119.75 | 97.5% |
| 4552 | 2023-06-29 22:36:11 | 118.25 | 98% |