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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2023-11-15 17:00:07 | 54.07 | 94.6% |
| 106 | 2023-11-12 21:40:38 | 53.99 | 94.5% |