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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1722 | 2019-06-13 17:47:36 | 43.15 | 93% |
| 1105 | 2019-05-31 20:01:48 | 37.90 | 93% |