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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 103 | 2024-05-28 15:29:10 | 55.66 | 93.1% |
| 56 | 2024-05-18 00:53:58 | 49.13 | 92.7% |