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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1858 | 2024-11-10 21:33:21 | 89.50 | 98.2% |
| 1821 | 2024-10-02 03:25:23 | 81.08 | 98.5% |