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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44 | 2024-04-02 05:15:14 | 52.34 | 98.2% |
| 38 | 2024-04-02 05:06:27 | 48.58 | 97.7% |