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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4028 | 2018-10-14 11:23:11 | 140.26 | 98% |
| 3501 | 2018-09-21 07:56:12 | 135.49 | 98% |