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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1686 | 2024-05-30 23:30:19 | 60.06 | 96.3% |
| 1378 | 2024-05-06 10:57:59 | 65.12 | 97% |