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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 737 | 2024-03-23 22:20:38 | 80.81 | 97% |
| 279 | 2021-11-17 17:14:41 | 53.99 | 95% |