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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2024-02-01 15:50:29 | 57.97 | 98.2% |
| 1812 | 2023-11-19 10:31:14 | 51.68 | 96.5% |