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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3622 | 2020-03-24 17:11:08 | 109.33 | 99% |
| 3462 | 2019-12-08 16:02:12 | 91.89 | 97% |