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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 760 | 2024-08-27 06:03:57 | 67.88 | 97.2% |
| 743 | 2024-01-17 06:54:51 | 77.33 | 97.9% |