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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1311 | 2023-11-16 01:47:20 | 107.35 | 98.9% |
| 273 | 2023-04-04 12:48:12 | 94.74 | 99% |