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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4786 | 2019-10-07 10:47:46 | 82.14 | 99% |
| 1783 | 2019-08-24 22:59:57 | 77.01 | 99% |