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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2024-04-30 23:08:01 | 52.36 | 96.7% |
| 1427 | 2014-04-30 18:47:34 | 43.84 | 88% |