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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19671 | 2020-05-16 05:00:12 | 152.23 | 99% |
| 10504 | 2018-12-20 02:43:14 | 138.44 | 98% |
| 6773 | 2018-07-17 09:56:14 | 164.62 | 100% |
| 1673 | 2018-01-25 13:00:37 | 137.25 | 99% |