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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 657 | 2021-08-18 22:34:27 | 97.02 | 97% |
| 283 | 2021-08-14 16:54:03 | 103.78 | 98% |
| 96 | 2021-08-12 00:05:14 | 100.12 | 98% |