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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2021-04-23 23:18:17 | 87.18 | 96% |
| 910 | 2014-09-10 04:49:49 | 75.55 | 90% |
| 878 | 2014-08-21 03:11:22 | 81.40 | 96% |
| 690 | 2014-03-30 00:32:59 | 80.64 | 92% |