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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 972 | 2021-08-24 07:53:01 | 76.69 | 96% |
| 110 | 2021-03-08 09:22:15 | 64.32 | 95% |