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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5096 | 2022-02-17 15:59:24 | 76.33 | 96% |
| 3373 | 2021-04-11 16:09:53 | 63.11 | 96% |