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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 828 | 2023-12-22 11:12:20 | 85.64 | 97.9% |
| 284 | 2023-11-23 13:29:43 | 77.20 | 96% |