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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5043 | 2022-07-02 11:54:26 | 128.17 | 97% |
| 1982 | 2021-08-04 09:37:07 | 132.29 | 97% |