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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2022-11-03 17:12:33 | 127.22 | 98% |
| 876 | 2017-12-01 14:29:13 | 100.93 | 96% |
| 693 | 2015-08-24 22:54:24 | 80.93 | 90% |