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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1726 | 2024-07-06 21:49:49 | 100.46 | 97.5% |
| 1725 | 2024-07-06 21:48:32 | 97.65 | 97.9% |