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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1615 | 2021-11-28 07:07:47 | 87.03 | 97% |
| 482 | 2021-06-16 21:11:26 | 100.91 | 99% |
| 322 | 2016-04-21 15:57:26 | 85.63 | 91% |