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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4057 | 2022-11-24 05:10:10 | 63.86 | 96% |
| 3039 | 2022-10-12 04:01:12 | 65.53 | 96% |