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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 961 | 2019-01-26 14:05:39 | 68.58 | 94% |
| 756 | 2019-01-13 21:59:28 | 67.32 | 96% |
| 490 | 2018-12-29 17:26:34 | 68.75 | 96% |