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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12315 | 2020-07-23 16:19:20 | 90.23 | 96% |
| 7952 | 2019-12-05 19:33:50 | 105.90 | 98% |
| 3161 | 2019-09-05 12:26:08 | 93.04 | 98% |
| 980 | 2019-04-17 13:50:58 | 77.38 | 95% |