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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1854 | 2018-02-18 00:55:40 | 92.23 | 97% |
| 1487 | 2017-09-15 17:23:07 | 80.64 | 97% |
| 722 | 2017-07-18 09:48:21 | 78.67 | 96% |
| 425 | 2017-07-14 05:07:03 | 81.36 | 96% |