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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3650 | 2020-04-12 12:47:34 | 54.60 | 94% |
| 3082 | 2020-03-27 03:31:17 | 55.87 | 95% |