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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3934 | 2021-09-22 03:43:58 | 49.38 | 97% |
| 1794 | 2021-01-31 12:42:14 | 39.09 | 95.9% |