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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1599 | 2024-02-24 13:49:16 | 90.81 | 96.3% |
| 227 | 2022-05-31 16:29:17 | 60.66 | 96% |