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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4073 | 2020-06-16 18:22:36 | 85.63 | 96% |
| 2821 | 2020-02-09 13:21:56 | 104.45 | 99% |