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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2024-01-08 10:40:33 | 54.27 | 97.2% |
| 154 | 2023-12-27 10:55:19 | 48.35 | 98.7% |