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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 918 | 2024-04-02 08:42:27 | 73.13 | 97.4% |
| 357 | 2021-04-28 13:15:05 | 56.81 | 97% |