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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2024-02-20 14:59:00 | 91.19 | 98% |
| 2152 | 2024-01-16 12:48:53 | 94.13 | 98.2% |