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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 547 | 2018-01-24 21:54:23 | 130.20 | 98% |
| 359 | 2017-12-31 21:16:42 | 120.78 | 99% |