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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17560 | 2022-07-22 07:18:19 | 93.16 | 97% |
| 8486 | 2020-01-06 14:10:11 | 80.15 | 96% |