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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2587 | 2019-09-23 14:05:20 | 117.56 | 99% |
| 605 | 2015-06-03 01:33:39 | 88.72 | 93% |
| 197 | 2014-12-05 09:59:42 | 96.24 | 96% |
| 89 | 2014-11-28 10:35:14 | 88.52 | 93% |