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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3384 | 2021-11-20 20:45:23 | 92.27 | 97% |
| 2523 | 2021-05-07 06:39:01 | 89.81 | 98% |
| 1179 | 2020-11-22 19:54:47 | 58.55 | 95% |