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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 371 | 2022-10-01 17:18:34 | 45.72 | 95% |
| 72 | 2022-09-19 07:16:10 | 38.38 | 96% |