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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 531 | 2020-11-30 16:26:17 | 91.73 | 99% |
| 431 | 2020-11-25 14:26:36 | 76.40 | 95% |