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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 867 | 2024-03-29 10:50:44 | 72.86 | 97% |
| 710 | 2023-09-02 10:12:53 | 70.42 | 96.3% |