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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 228 | 2023-12-31 07:39:21 | 65.22 | 95.6% |
| 174 | 2023-12-30 14:44:29 | 75.24 | 97.7% |