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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2024-05-12 10:39:54 | 110.42 | 98.4% |
| 345 | 2022-03-23 20:34:19 | 99.77 | 96% |