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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2019-08-16 21:16:49 | 88.15 | 97% |
| 1680 | 2019-05-15 23:21:01 | 73.92 | 96% |