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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2021-03-11 12:57:18 | 95.62 | 98% |
| 1233 | 2021-01-26 10:48:22 | 87.14 | 98% |
| 62 | 2018-01-05 05:00:22 | 78.56 | 99% |