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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1123 | 2022-05-30 11:20:37 | 75.96 | 97% |
| 1006 | 2022-05-10 11:26:36 | 82.14 | 98% |