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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2495 | 2018-03-08 06:25:58 | 150.43 | 99% |
| 285 | 2015-03-21 01:21:43 | 124.89 | 98% |
| 236 | 2015-02-19 06:23:50 | 118.37 | 95% |