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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6436 | 2021-01-06 17:01:59 | 77.34 | 98% |
| 4351 | 2020-02-24 08:42:45 | 68.46 | 96% |