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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2464 | 2020-02-12 07:28:31 | 63.23 | 98% |
| 1703 | 2019-07-01 12:27:25 | 66.62 | 98% |