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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6913 | 2020-06-23 02:00:41 | 96.11 | 95% |
| 4672 | 2020-05-23 04:04:19 | 102.10 | 98% |
| 1692 | 2020-04-16 14:49:58 | 93.63 | 97% |