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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2024-06-30 03:24:15 | 81.01 | 96.8% |
| 444 | 2011-09-15 08:22:02 | 50.77 | 91% |