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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2908 | 2021-03-02 20:41:08 | 68.42 | 98% |
| 1887 | 2016-03-23 20:41:07 | 56.23 | 93% |
| 1582 | 2016-03-14 15:18:11 | 60.11 | 96% |