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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 101 | 2023-08-22 11:23:45 | 59.96 | 97% |
| 72 | 2023-08-22 02:46:40 | 43.05 | 97% |