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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8698 | 2023-10-08 04:52:09 | 91.80 | 95.9% |
| 3558 | 2018-02-03 04:54:24 | 56.58 | 95% |
| 595 | 2015-12-25 23:42:23 | 41.62 | 82% |