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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 952 | 2024-08-16 02:40:49 | 122.96 | 97.9% |
| 423 | 2023-04-13 02:00:27 | 103.51 | 97% |