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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5675 | 2022-05-20 11:54:17 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 1516 | 2021-08-30 02:47:59 | 73.37 | 95% |