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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5735 | 2019-03-03 15:36:57 | 80.18 | 97% |
| 4199 | 2018-09-05 14:24:36 | 72.57 | 97% |
| 2164 | 2017-06-30 16:45:33 | 74.63 | 96% |
| 852 | 2017-05-27 11:21:25 | 61.28 | 94% |