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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 315 | 2021-08-17 04:03:31 | 40.42 | 93% |
| 199 | 2021-01-08 17:53:48 | 45.02 | 94% |