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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 476 | 2024-01-25 12:42:28 | 82.35 | 96.6% |
| 324 | 2023-11-17 13:08:41 | 78.33 | 94.5% |