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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10031 | 2022-10-29 10:23:58 | 119.09 | 98% |
| 1855 | 2021-02-04 04:20:04 | 93.72 | 97.7% |