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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3850 | 2022-10-14 22:17:30 | 92.15 | 97% |
| 2294 | 2019-03-06 14:18:29 | 59.53 | 95% |