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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 777 | 2018-01-02 12:30:39 | 54.70 | 97% |
| 512 | 2017-09-29 20:24:21 | 56.03 | 97% |