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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15916 | 2020-12-23 09:35:28 | 86.34 | 98% |
| 14073 | 2020-07-27 04:23:42 | 73.12 | 96% |
| 12891 | 2020-06-10 15:52:15 | 82.85 | 98% |
| 10038 | 2019-10-18 15:24:12 | 60.33 | 94% |