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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1521 | 2021-08-05 19:18:21 | 67.20 | 96% |
| 1465 | 2021-07-31 18:09:14 | 74.41 | 97% |