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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 99 | 2024-10-17 14:49:24 | 74.66 | 98.2% |
| 68 | 2024-10-11 15:11:08 | 65.45 | 95.3% |