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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2821 | 2021-05-04 23:27:25 | 71.12 | 97% |
| 1539 | 2021-02-16 05:49:48 | 76.01 | 97.7% |