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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3032 | 2023-07-13 01:46:09 | 106.68 | 99.2% |
| 1603 | 2022-08-11 14:46:32 | 105.69 | 99% |