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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5431 | 2020-09-23 20:25:16 | 57.96 | 97% |
| 4034 | 2020-08-11 03:15:03 | 62.63 | 97% |