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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1879 | 2021-04-06 20:55:54 | 88.56 | 99% |
| 1766 | 2021-03-30 21:54:02 | 77.56 | 97% |