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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3095 | 2022-05-10 21:43:38 | 47.84 | 99% |
| 1003 | 2020-08-12 16:26:49 | 47.03 | 99% |