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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6459 | 2024-04-21 02:09:42 | 78.77 | 98.5% |
| 1281 | 2021-01-11 10:40:40 | 49.40 | 96% |