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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7408 | 2020-05-19 20:13:50 | 94.10 | 97% |
| 7005 | 2020-05-01 22:34:58 | 91.32 | 97% |
| 5274 | 2020-04-14 18:44:12 | 91.66 | 98% |