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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 344 | 2024-03-24 15:30:44 | 79.26 | 98.7% |
| 248 | 2024-03-08 16:36:57 | 63.25 | 94.9% |