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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 326 | 2022-08-29 11:44:19 | 67.97 | 99% |
| 89 | 2022-08-18 18:47:24 | 57.72 | 99% |