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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3809 | 2019-03-30 03:05:33 | 196.89 | 99% |
| 2672 | 2019-03-03 03:43:51 | 160.48 | 97% |