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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2024-05-24 07:15:46 | 45.75 | 96.6% |
| 71 | 2024-05-21 12:47:28 | 47.30 | 97.6% |