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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 159 | 2023-10-03 22:17:44 | 88.83 | 96.7% |
| 106 | 2023-10-01 18:34:48 | 89.78 | 96.2% |