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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6227 | 2018-06-09 16:39:08 | 56.47 | 97% |
| 5463 | 2018-05-28 19:28:59 | 57.36 | 97% |