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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2492 | 2022-06-06 19:03:48 | 56.73 | 96% |
| 1680 | 2021-05-13 10:08:41 | 57.99 | 98% |