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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3434 | 2022-10-01 10:00:41 | 59.56 | 97% |
| 3164 | 2022-08-04 06:06:11 | 70.40 | 97% |