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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2524 | 2017-09-20 20:42:01 | 109.28 | 99% |
| 1296 | 2017-07-26 20:49:12 | 108.21 | 99% |
| 407 | 2017-05-19 19:41:00 | 110.05 | 100% |