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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2024-03-22 11:51:58 | 60.14 | 97.3% |
| 168 | 2024-02-24 11:23:08 | 49.04 | 95.1% |