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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4102 | 2021-01-31 13:13:10 | 70.12 | 98% |
| 1576 | 2020-08-19 19:37:19 | 65.19 | 98% |