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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13290 | 2020-07-13 16:18:17 | 146.25 | 98% |
| 7502 | 2020-01-19 17:57:38 | 139.44 | 98% |
| 2669 | 2019-04-07 15:58:11 | 125.18 | 99% |