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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2516 | 2023-11-21 14:59:11 | 88.06 | 98% |
| 1004 | 2017-06-18 17:32:45 | 90.51 | 97% |
| 222 | 2017-05-08 17:21:00 | 76.88 | 93% |