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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2021-11-07 21:55:00 | 91.67 | 97% |
| 229 | 2021-09-21 18:44:40 | 76.35 | 96% |