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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3394 | 2022-11-14 07:35:32 | 75.59 | 97% |
| 1272 | 2018-10-17 15:46:39 | 73.62 | 98% |