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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7142 | 2020-12-26 14:53:40 | 84.81 | 97% |
| 5796 | 2020-10-30 13:48:53 | 75.27 | 96% |
| 5202 | 2020-10-11 14:50:13 | 80.76 | 97% |
| 5006 | 2020-10-05 07:16:02 | 73.87 | 96% |