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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2021-01-28 02:04:39 | 72.60 | 96.9% |
| 339 | 2021-01-07 19:38:43 | 72.74 | 97% |