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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1626 | 2022-03-07 17:16:42 | 115.76 | 98% |
| 439 | 2021-03-26 14:31:42 | 113.87 | 97% |
| 248 | 2021-03-12 02:09:41 | 95.04 | 97% |