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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 265 | 2023-12-28 03:27:24 | 67.82 | 97.7% |
| 70 | 2023-12-21 07:33:39 | 70.37 | 98% |