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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3808 | 2021-02-04 18:41:29 | 114.01 | 98.7% |
| 3318 | 2021-01-19 02:06:42 | 107.91 | 98% |