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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 820 | 2023-12-29 11:26:23 | 102.23 | 98.4% |
| 813 | 2023-12-29 11:16:25 | 87.10 | 97.4% |