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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13607 | 2024-04-10 21:14:27 | 42.50 | 93.6% |
| 13431 | 2024-03-27 20:39:31 | 45.07 | 94.3% |