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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 122 | 2024-07-03 09:27:31 | 55.33 | 96.5% |
| 81 | 2024-06-13 06:40:36 | 61.77 | 98.7% |