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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4417 | 2021-09-01 11:25:57 | 95.16 | 99% |
| 1706 | 2020-06-04 09:41:45 | 91.79 | 98% |
| 1472 | 2020-05-25 11:41:31 | 82.76 | 96% |