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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 156 | 2021-01-22 21:59:45 | 104.31 | 96% |
| 155 | 2021-01-22 21:58:20 | 115.90 | 97% |
| 87 | 2020-12-21 06:09:18 | 106.19 | 96% |