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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1804 | 2018-11-17 14:13:52 | 82.20 | 95% |
| 226 | 2016-01-31 20:35:35 | 60.81 | 88% |
| 20 | 2014-12-10 03:07:52 | 44.94 | 87% |