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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2070 | 2022-03-21 10:20:34 | 122.69 | 98% |
| 1060 | 2020-12-28 02:54:13 | 101.62 | 98% |