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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 410 | 2024-12-03 10:54:09 | 81.29 | 97% |
| 107 | 2021-11-13 15:49:55 | 74.02 | 97% |