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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2022-02-12 12:35:32 | 67.72 | 96% |
| 283 | 2022-01-17 10:09:43 | 55.31 | 94% |