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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2021-01-12 14:10:25 | 101.89 | 99% |
| 763 | 2020-09-26 11:19:10 | 76.59 | 97% |
| 418 | 2020-08-29 17:32:56 | 77.00 | 96% |