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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2002 | 2023-05-26 01:55:00 | 101.73 | 98% |
| 1469 | 2016-06-24 00:59:32 | 82.42 | 91% |