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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2019-09-09 04:30:45 | 81.12 | 95% |
| 1459 | 2019-07-15 03:25:14 | 80.52 | 95% |
| 997 | 2019-05-29 02:20:03 | 85.18 | 96% |