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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2024-09-04 08:27:57 | 40.99 | 97.9% |
| 154 | 2024-09-01 14:53:59 | 43.13 | 97.2% |