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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 946 | 2024-03-05 15:46:47 | 49.38 | 97.4% |
| 942 | 2024-03-05 15:40:14 | 48.13 | 98.4% |