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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2972 | 2023-12-25 01:03:53 | 83.31 | 96.6% |
| 236 | 2023-06-20 01:15:20 | 66.97 | 96% |