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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2024-06-13 18:34:42 | 66.44 | 97.2% |
| 11 | 2024-05-10 14:00:06 | 61.02 | 96.1% |