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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2018-02-12 23:56:25 | 80.75 | 95% |
| 929 | 2018-01-30 21:31:46 | 89.68 | 98% |
| 171 | 2017-03-03 23:39:00 | 53.87 | 89% |
| 97 | 2017-02-26 17:25:56 | 53.57 | 91% |