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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2271 | 2021-01-18 04:17:00 | 175.37 | 98% |
| 1946 | 2021-01-09 14:22:30 | 173.91 | 98% |
| 1684 | 2021-01-06 11:54:07 | 175.28 | 98% |
| 1089 | 2020-12-27 04:58:35 | 188.70 | 99% |