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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2566 | 2019-07-07 17:44:46 | 133.36 | 99% |
| 1860 | 2018-11-06 18:53:06 | 120.96 | 97% |