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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1004 | 2024-05-26 21:10:02 | 48.14 | 95.9% |
| 993 | 2024-05-25 20:22:26 | 46.18 | 95.9% |