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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 777 | 2018-02-10 15:28:20 | 87.65 | 98% |
| 534 | 2015-12-29 17:10:53 | 65.03 | 93% |
| 441 | 2015-08-01 17:01:19 | 66.43 | 92% |