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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2024-09-15 14:38:42 | 58.44 | 97.1% |
| 66 | 2024-09-04 11:31:37 | 48.74 | 96.1% |