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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 572 | 2024-06-12 20:43:37 | 54.99 | 95.6% |
| 148 | 2021-03-01 19:11:03 | 41.31 | 94.3% |