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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 526 | 2020-07-29 00:47:00 | 61.32 | 97% |
| 374 | 2020-07-19 06:16:52 | 64.78 | 99% |
| 81 | 2019-12-17 15:40:21 | 51.61 | 96% |