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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 618 | 2021-08-08 18:22:45 | 73.62 | 98% |
| 417 | 2021-03-31 02:24:27 | 63.96 | 96% |