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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2021-07-28 00:37:13 | 105.80 | 98% |
| 678 | 2020-08-15 17:12:52 | 100.58 | 97% |
| 81 | 2015-07-03 12:49:35 | 97.17 | 95% |