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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6090 | 2020-09-29 18:56:04 | 78.15 | 95% |
| 6020 | 2020-09-25 20:23:56 | 85.66 | 97% |