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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5468 | 2019-09-18 21:25:18 | 59.26 | 96% |
| 4641 | 2019-05-20 20:49:44 | 63.60 | 96% |
| 484 | 2017-05-21 20:47:19 | 46.46 | 86% |