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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4979 | 2023-11-11 09:19:52 | 91.07 | 98.2% |
| 957 | 2023-09-24 15:51:39 | 80.86 | 96.8% |