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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1948 | 2019-01-15 05:10:45 | 92.06 | 96% |
| 1797 | 2018-12-11 05:28:41 | 89.76 | 96% |
| 1671 | 2018-10-07 07:30:57 | 101.83 | 97% |
| 1406 | 2018-09-11 09:25:03 | 80.14 | 94% |
| 210 | 2018-04-16 10:21:34 | 65.05 | 93% |