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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2021-06-11 18:06:59 | 67.61 | 96% |
| 353 | 2021-05-31 10:11:59 | 65.28 | 95% |