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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10481 | 2022-01-16 12:52:25 | 107.41 | 98% |
| 8738 | 2021-08-21 09:51:11 | 97.52 | 98% |