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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5110 | 2021-01-20 04:04:00 | 111.82 | 98% |
| 1008 | 2018-06-25 09:16:39 | 101.56 | 98% |