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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2393 | 2019-09-28 09:29:14 | 100.58 | 96% |
| 1989 | 2019-08-12 12:27:41 | 96.74 | 97% |