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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8517 | 2021-02-15 23:46:51 | 165.33 | 99.5% |
| 6372 | 2020-10-23 17:06:11 | 151.13 | 99% |
| 1553 | 2019-08-06 15:48:53 | 141.06 | 98% |
| 1256 | 2019-04-09 16:37:52 | 151.00 | 99% |