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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2351 | 2021-05-04 23:05:33 | 63.09 | 97% |
| 1192 | 2020-12-10 02:26:49 | 54.61 | 97% |