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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1502 | 2022-05-02 02:50:54 | 64.51 | 96% |
| 1102 | 2022-03-03 13:21:50 | 57.52 | 94% |