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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1105 | 2021-02-07 18:31:38 | 107.51 | 98.5% |
| 717 | 2020-11-11 17:46:27 | 90.80 | 96% |