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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2022-01-14 18:23:39 | 97.32 | 98% |
| 867 | 2021-12-27 15:18:46 | 84.54 | 97% |