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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6782 | 2019-12-10 06:12:11 | 178.03 | 98% |
| 2084 | 2015-05-09 19:36:32 | 150.85 | 99% |