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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3708 | 2019-12-25 05:09:14 | 64.98 | 97% |
| 1690 | 2018-12-16 09:55:10 | 72.25 | 99% |
| 1594 | 2018-12-07 09:51:53 | 65.99 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2018-12-07 06:41:55 | 59.29 | 97% |