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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 329 | 2024-02-08 22:43:14 | 121.10 | 97% |
| 234 | 2024-01-24 12:55:05 | 110.64 | 96% |