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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1624 | 2020-01-30 18:05:59 | 71.07 | 96% |
| 1052 | 2020-01-10 16:01:52 | 65.72 | 94% |