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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3169 | 2024-05-12 08:30:37 | 86.63 | 96.9% |
| 1671 | 2022-07-24 07:35:29 | 80.79 | 96% |