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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5759 | 2021-02-12 13:52:58 | 91.40 | 96% |
| 5016 | 2021-01-19 12:34:30 | 83.94 | 96% |
| 3328 | 2020-12-03 09:53:29 | 84.74 | 96% |
| 2549 | 2020-10-08 15:46:51 | 85.89 | 98% |