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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2434 | 2019-04-28 17:27:36 | 66.92 | 96% |
| 1830 | 2019-04-16 18:47:39 | 66.73 | 97% |