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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5461 | 2018-08-05 14:48:45 | 100.19 | 96% |
| 978 | 2017-01-27 02:58:08 | 95.28 | 94% |