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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7554 | 2025-04-29 21:24:19 | 107.38 | 99% |
| 1726 | 2017-01-25 16:19:00 | 105.32 | 98% |
| 1019 | 2017-01-08 22:08:13 | 94.78 | 94% |
| 499 | 2016-12-18 09:26:12 | 95.60 | 94% |