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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3872 | 2021-03-05 00:13:12 | 85.85 | 97% |
| 3611 | 2021-02-10 03:38:23 | 68.41 | 95% |
| 1321 | 2017-07-15 05:34:36 | 50.25 | 94% |