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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1032 | 2018-12-21 23:56:53 | 79.09 | 95% |
| 746 | 2018-12-13 10:35:11 | 87.21 | 97% |
| 219 | 2018-12-04 06:13:21 | 82.85 | 96% |