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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1377 | 2024-05-11 15:45:54 | 70.65 | 96.6% |
| 267 | 2021-09-24 10:08:11 | 58.96 | 95% |