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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47 | 2022-04-07 20:07:20 | 81.63 | 97% |
| 26 | 2020-04-07 22:47:06 | 87.21 | 98% |