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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2541 | 2022-04-26 21:05:49 | 103.02 | 96% |
| 2507 | 2021-07-17 22:25:54 | 130.25 | 97% |