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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1296 | 2021-02-01 16:15:00 | 85.76 | 95.9% |
| 1251 | 2021-01-25 07:43:46 | 82.23 | 95% |
| 467 | 2020-08-16 04:26:30 | 64.43 | 96% |