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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 | 2024-03-15 14:32:22 | 55.70 | 96.8% |
| 14 | 2024-03-15 13:46:55 | 62.35 | 98.9% |