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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4642 | 2018-12-09 03:56:02 | 72.51 | 96% |
| 2678 | 2018-11-21 02:56:17 | 61.81 | 94% |
| 1136 | 2018-04-21 01:06:37 | 66.13 | 96% |