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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 239 | 2024-01-04 17:31:50 | 81.27 | 97.1% |
| 8 | 2023-12-06 19:48:51 | 70.17 | 94.8% |