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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2870 | 2024-10-24 05:34:18 | 57.79 | 95.7% |
| 2273 | 2023-11-25 12:09:53 | 56.13 | 96.9% |