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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10341 | 2023-06-07 15:47:39 | 121.39 | 98.7% |
| 7504 | 2023-03-24 20:59:19 | 122.94 | 98% |