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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3942 | 2021-08-14 08:06:04 | 76.65 | 97% |
| 1282 | 2021-02-03 21:20:42 | 89.97 | 99.5% |
| 583 | 2021-01-23 15:14:22 | 85.60 | 97% |
| 264 | 2021-01-20 20:49:03 | 81.31 | 97% |