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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2023-02-02 17:54:05 | 44.81 | 96% |
| 840 | 2022-12-14 18:26:12 | 48.81 | 96% |