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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7832 | 2023-04-20 03:14:41 | 103.40 | 99% |
| 6523 | 2022-03-20 01:34:57 | 88.48 | 98% |