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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5899 | 2020-06-12 14:57:39 | 73.85 | 96% |
| 2731 | 2019-11-25 13:52:23 | 54.18 | 93% |