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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2023-11-25 16:34:57 | 61.15 | 97% |
| 437 | 2023-11-15 13:55:08 | 51.05 | 95.8% |