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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2920 | 2021-10-22 15:57:58 | 91.78 | 95% |
| 2659 | 2021-07-31 10:56:46 | 76.87 | 93% |