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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5972 | 2024-03-21 20:08:53 | 107.59 | 98.2% |
| 5451 | 2024-02-15 18:08:33 | 108.65 | 98% |