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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2739 | 2021-04-25 14:08:15 | 95.58 | 97% |
| 1383 | 2021-03-16 16:44:12 | 79.76 | 96% |
| 1070 | 2021-02-28 19:14:59 | 84.40 | 95.4% |