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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1882 | 2019-07-04 05:20:01 | 91.91 | 96% |
| 1696 | 2019-03-26 14:24:17 | 82.39 | 95% |
| 1356 | 2019-02-02 23:31:06 | 79.03 | 96% |