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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 509 | 2018-12-19 22:33:55 | 60.91 | 98% |
| 118 | 2018-12-03 23:17:02 | 48.77 | 97% |