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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2021-02-17 08:55:49 | 68.93 | 96.3% |
| 424 | 2021-02-07 14:02:28 | 69.63 | 97.7% |