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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2020-06-06 16:30:51 | 182.52 | 99% |
| 369 | 2020-06-06 12:56:20 | 162.16 | 98% |