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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2023-12-14 23:07:53 | 53.16 | 94.2% |
| 286 | 2023-12-05 19:38:04 | 53.68 | 96.1% |