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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4171 | 2020-01-23 14:48:16 | 72.93 | 97% |
| 2766 | 2019-12-28 16:03:01 | 63.52 | 96% |
| 2684 | 2019-12-28 12:36:02 | 62.73 | 96% |