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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3543 | 2021-06-25 20:02:49 | 123.87 | 98% |
| 1591 | 2018-07-14 06:27:10 | 99.38 | 96% |