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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 605 | 2018-02-14 16:55:31 | 119.15 | 99% |
| 306 | 2017-12-12 23:39:56 | 115.39 | 99% |