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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 77 | 2024-04-30 05:52:39 | 70.43 | 97% |
| 22 | 2024-04-27 04:02:29 | 64.29 | 97.5% |