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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8222 | 2023-04-15 17:46:59 | 85.33 | 97% |
| 7219 | 2023-03-06 16:54:28 | 77.58 | 97% |