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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4379 | 2022-03-21 21:03:21 | 79.94 | 97% |
| 3061 | 2021-06-02 19:47:09 | 81.73 | 99% |