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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2023-12-01 16:30:50 | 105.99 | 99.5% |
| 705 | 2015-03-05 09:15:34 | 91.35 | 96% |
| 62 | 2011-09-18 13:23:45 | 72.55 | 92% |