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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4444 | 2022-04-30 21:45:24 | 107.35 | 96% |
| 1617 | 2022-03-20 10:37:11 | 129.92 | 98% |