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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1760 | 2021-07-01 05:04:59 | 59.09 | 98% |
| 1225 | 2021-04-25 17:16:33 | 51.58 | 97% |
| 1042 | 2021-04-20 17:20:40 | 46.17 | 94% |