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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4234 | 2024-05-24 03:51:26 | 139.57 | 98.2% |
| 1671 | 2017-03-12 01:10:51 | 128.12 | 98% |
| 627 | 2014-08-27 15:16:27 | 131.37 | 98% |
| 440 | 2012-02-26 03:22:26 | 111.82 | 96% |
| 272 | 2010-12-25 22:08:57 | 115.11 |