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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8712 | 2023-12-26 18:35:04 | 106.75 | 97.3% |
| 4691 | 2022-12-29 17:40:48 | 86.66 | 97% |