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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 301 | 2021-01-11 01:30:35 | 63.18 | 95% |
| 264 | 2021-01-09 06:01:07 | 65.28 | 95% |