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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3089 | 2021-07-11 03:43:43 | 69.11 | 98% |
| 1927 | 2021-02-07 17:24:52 | 48.78 | 94.7% |
| 791 | 2021-01-12 04:59:55 | 38.44 | 93% |