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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5821 | 2020-09-17 17:02:09 | 82.15 | 97% |
| 4512 | 2020-05-20 12:51:26 | 70.37 | 97% |
| 2235 | 2018-11-22 02:40:48 | 56.15 | 95% |