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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7527 | 2021-04-21 16:38:08 | 127.58 | 99% |
| 5455 | 2020-08-16 20:14:18 | 125.56 | 99% |
| 699 | 2020-02-26 17:43:00 | 119.29 | 98% |