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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1768 | 2020-11-06 22:44:03 | 111.65 | 98% |
| 1172 | 2019-05-30 20:01:47 | 117.35 | 99% |