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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6874 | 2021-06-14 18:44:07 | 106.98 | 98% |
| 4833 | 2021-01-14 22:07:47 | 104.46 | 98% |
| 2595 | 2020-12-23 06:30:36 | 90.70 | 97% |