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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3049 | 2022-04-30 08:04:37 | 108.39 | 99% |
| 2982 | 2022-04-15 14:50:50 | 108.71 | 99% |