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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1412 | 2021-04-07 23:29:24 | 83.42 | 97% |
| 1387 | 2021-03-30 05:06:38 | 101.34 | 99% |