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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 118 | 2024-01-03 15:12:14 | 95.52 | 98.7% |
| 29 | 2023-12-20 20:13:04 | 91.14 | 97.6% |