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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1733 | 2021-10-09 15:42:09 | 80.31 | 98% |
| 1638 | 2021-09-22 17:34:25 | 79.36 | 98% |