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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2024-03-08 16:36:47 | 74.05 | 97.2% |
| 27 | 2024-02-16 16:00:44 | 66.02 | 94.9% |