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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4711 | 2021-10-27 18:54:04 | 96.12 | 98% |
| 4196 | 2021-06-07 22:12:05 | 90.37 | 98% |
| 1366 | 2016-02-28 01:35:49 | 62.36 | 92% |
| 1026 | 2015-08-04 04:28:08 | 63.37 | 98% |