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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6449 | 2019-09-12 22:01:44 | 91.33 | 98% |
| 5939 | 2019-06-17 23:26:08 | 90.87 | 96% |