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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1169 | 2023-04-04 17:17:48 | 65.33 | 97% |
| 985 | 2022-11-14 18:23:55 | 69.73 | 97% |
| 34 | 2011-11-09 15:31:32 | 62.73 | 95% |