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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3215 | 2024-05-10 00:23:19 | 79.12 | 97% |
| 2781 | 2023-12-25 18:50:19 | 66.82 | 97.3% |