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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2154 | 2022-08-06 01:19:30 | 75.82 | 97% |
| 1935 | 2022-04-11 01:01:54 | 78.97 | 97% |