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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387 | 2024-06-03 20:20:50 | 51.95 | 96.4% |
| 250 | 2022-11-30 23:25:06 | 47.92 | 96% |