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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 224 | 2024-10-09 02:07:40 | 59.00 | 97.3% |
| 147 | 2024-09-18 22:24:41 | 62.39 | 98.7% |