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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3348 | 2020-03-01 07:45:40 | 123.25 | 98% |
| 3037 | 2019-08-01 19:25:18 | 134.17 | 99% |