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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 599 | 2024-12-20 19:57:00 | 64.05 | 95.7% |
| 443 | 2024-04-11 18:57:49 | 62.16 | 96.6% |