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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2627 | 2021-09-23 12:33:08 | 132.62 | 99% |
| 1255 | 2021-02-05 04:00:28 | 103.97 | 97.3% |