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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4167 | 2020-04-15 17:13:27 | 92.27 | 98% |
| 2920 | 2019-12-26 14:44:07 | 92.51 | 98% |