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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2023-03-06 04:54:07 | 63.00 | 99% |
| 22 | 2022-05-24 20:07:16 | 54.11 | 97% |