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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2022-02-27 09:30:44 | 88.98 | 97% |
| 1870 | 2021-11-01 07:38:18 | 93.33 | 98% |