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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 318 | 2018-11-22 02:40:32 | 70.10 | 95% |
| 310 | 2018-11-21 06:02:47 | 76.08 | 96% |