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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2018-01-04 10:40:24 | 108.85 | 98% |
| 728 | 2015-10-26 13:20:03 | 117.38 | 95% |
| 281 | 2013-06-16 11:57:37 | 104.42 | 93% |