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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53 | 2024-08-30 16:36:11 | 69.06 | 97% |
| 34 | 2024-08-02 14:40:56 | 73.34 | 97% |