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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 | 2024-08-09 18:32:05 | 64.07 | 95.5% |
| 2 | 2024-08-09 14:24:07 | 65.40 | 97.3% |