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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1775 | 2020-09-01 05:09:49 | 63.94 | 96% |
| 1665 | 2020-08-22 08:01:02 | 60.81 | 96% |