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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 71 | 2024-10-06 13:06:03 | 51.26 | 93.5% |
| 43 | 2024-08-29 06:42:59 | 49.10 | 93% |