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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 113 | 2024-03-21 03:33:21 | 71.76 | 95.8% |
| 58 | 2024-03-08 01:58:39 | 65.78 | 94.9% |