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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4119 | 2019-04-15 17:28:51 | 81.19 | 98% |
| 1837 | 2013-11-23 06:06:33 | 63.88 | 94% |
| 690 | 2012-03-28 12:44:56 | 51.88 | 93% |