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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2023-11-13 09:38:48 | 65.19 | 96.6% |
| 893 | 2013-06-24 02:13:13 | 56.54 | 95% |
| 50 | 2012-11-05 02:12:04 | 46.30 | 97% |