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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2456 | 2024-01-07 14:14:53 | 98.65 | 99.5% |
| 1833 | 2015-01-30 15:51:30 | 103.83 | 99% |
| 1451 | 2014-08-27 01:55:48 | 89.97 | 97% |
| 31 | 2014-01-11 05:28:42 | 63.19 | 94% |