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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 798 | 2024-03-07 21:36:16 | 46.65 | 95.3% |
| 313 | 2024-02-05 21:30:20 | 36.99 | 93.4% |