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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 594 | 2021-11-06 14:50:39 | 116.55 | 99% |
| 381 | 2021-10-25 03:28:57 | 91.07 | 98% |