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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3478 | 2019-05-30 16:39:51 | 129.01 | 99% |
| 2415 | 2019-04-25 13:44:19 | 128.12 | 99% |