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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10469 | 2021-08-10 08:04:04 | 118.49 | 98% |
| 4434 | 2018-10-06 04:51:25 | 81.22 | 98% |
| 2208 | 2018-02-10 10:50:47 | 70.68 | 96% |