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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1785 | 2018-01-21 02:43:22 | 88.29 | 98% |
| 1136 | 2017-12-12 23:40:10 | 83.61 | 98% |
| 388 | 2017-03-09 01:53:21 | 87.50 | 93% |