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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2021-10-29 10:38:56 | 84.46 | 97% |
| 718 | 2021-10-27 12:12:46 | 81.31 | 98% |