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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7278 | 2018-08-09 00:01:04 | 129.26 | 98% |
| 2434 | 2018-05-02 12:45:54 | 124.73 | 98% |