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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4758 | 2019-12-13 15:01:03 | 119.23 | 98% |
| 2782 | 2019-08-20 22:17:59 | 130.52 | 99% |