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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2024-03-09 10:42:09 | 110.99 | 98% |
| 1248 | 2024-01-31 20:31:19 | 97.37 | 98% |