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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3636 | 2024-04-05 10:42:13 | 76.74 | 97.5% |
| 1589 | 2023-02-22 14:26:26 | 54.25 | 93% |