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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2020-08-31 18:51:07 | 91.99 | 98% |
| 291 | 2018-10-24 01:31:45 | 78.49 | 97% |