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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3773 | 2022-10-21 06:30:35 | 77.54 | 97% |
| 1642 | 2021-11-12 19:02:56 | 65.12 | 97% |