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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3299 | 2021-02-11 11:37:30 | 84.89 | 97.3% |
| 1170 | 2015-08-17 03:42:22 | 70.36 | 94% |
| 278 | 2014-08-12 16:48:47 | 51.38 | 88% |