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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1335 | 2025-01-23 23:55:26 | 102.96 | 98.9% |
| 365 | 2020-09-23 14:05:02 | 91.44 | 97% |