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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 400 | 2020-02-10 09:08:31 | 57.94 | 96% |
| 22 | 2019-12-19 16:03:06 | 56.99 | 97% |