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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 165 | 2024-01-23 02:59:08 | 61.05 | 98.1% |
| 91 | 2023-12-31 10:28:43 | 41.30 | 97% |