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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2018-08-15 09:31:36 | 120.92 | 98% |
| 328 | 2018-04-09 00:55:58 | 120.17 | 99% |