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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1727 | 2025-12-24 19:59:12 | 96.02 | 98% |
| 655 | 2016-03-25 18:39:39 | 69.71 | 91% |
| 654 | 2016-03-25 18:37:37 | 76.58 | 94% |
| 142 | 2012-01-10 02:51:15 | 54.95 | 92% |