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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2024-01-13 12:47:37 | 54.02 | 95.2% |
| 135 | 2024-01-10 02:06:40 | 48.98 | 95.7% |