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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3607 | 2019-02-15 08:38:07 | 66.07 | 96% |
| 2718 | 2019-02-05 06:43:25 | 70.50 | 98% |