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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14928 | 2021-03-08 22:10:31 | 100.43 | 98% |
| 10579 | 2020-06-29 15:46:34 | 90.55 | 98% |
| 5788 | 2020-01-04 22:56:44 | 79.06 | 97% |