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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2021-12-22 14:33:41 | 77.54 | 97% |
| 70 | 2021-11-29 15:50:20 | 71.94 | 96% |