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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2024-12-09 07:04:27 | 66.03 | 96.4% |
| 784 | 2024-10-26 07:44:09 | 59.12 | 97.9% |
| 45 | 2016-12-21 08:30:22 | 96.55 | 94% |