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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1299 | 2024-11-12 03:01:04 | 94.83 | 96% |
| 529 | 2024-10-08 13:03:26 | 99.74 | 96.7% |