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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5709 | 2021-12-27 10:28:25 | 68.92 | 94% |
| 3114 | 2021-11-23 03:53:02 | 61.84 | 95% |
| 1890 | 2021-03-02 01:51:04 | 68.08 | 96% |
| 1505 | 2021-01-19 21:44:34 | 63.60 | 95% |
| 717 | 2020-12-23 09:01:55 | 52.11 | 94% |