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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2021-01-15 06:24:35 | 90.35 | 98% |
| 221 | 2020-11-13 03:06:30 | 79.02 | 97% |