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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2024-05-27 00:12:39 | 81.40 | 98.9% |
| 992 | 2024-02-06 15:08:06 | 74.24 | 97.1% |