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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2317 | 2024-04-10 21:18:55 | 92.20 | 96.5% |
| 2225 | 2024-04-06 19:24:35 | 89.36 | 96.3% |