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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1606 | 2021-12-20 15:45:12 | 59.16 | 98% |
| 1212 | 2016-11-23 21:19:59 | 51.70 | 94% |
| 488 | 2016-05-13 19:25:35 | 50.74 | 96% |
| 230 | 2016-05-05 07:27:28 | 44.38 | 95% |