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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2024-01-15 07:45:47 | 87.99 | 98.2% |
| 1236 | 2024-01-11 09:28:12 | 76.22 | 96.7% |