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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3410 | 2023-01-14 15:32:14 | 90.35 | 98% |
| 2624 | 2021-02-21 17:04:22 | 78.97 | 98.2% |