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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1298 | 2021-01-13 03:23:24 | 82.01 | 98% |
| 735 | 2014-09-03 04:58:04 | 81.28 | 97% |
| 154 | 2014-04-19 06:00:07 | 63.57 | 92% |