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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2020-10-25 12:23:24 | 96.80 | 98% |
| 787 | 2020-08-17 06:28:01 | 78.98 | 97% |
| 119 | 2020-08-07 15:05:42 | 84.89 | 97% |