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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1451 | 2021-09-05 01:15:48 | 109.19 | 98% |
| 401 | 2021-01-05 18:46:42 | 103.30 | 97% |
| 11 | 2018-09-01 02:31:38 | 84.79 | 97% |