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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8255 | 2020-12-03 05:27:14 | 90.06 | 98% |
| 8133 | 2020-11-29 07:21:18 | 86.95 | 97% |
| 7726 | 2020-11-18 04:04:55 | 100.21 | 98% |