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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3107 | 2018-07-08 09:53:26 | 86.94 | 98% |
| 1989 | 2017-06-03 16:23:45 | 82.83 | 95% |
| 1702 | 2017-01-23 14:31:50 | 82.49 | 94% |
| 1393 | 2016-10-20 23:03:42 | 72.14 | 97% |
| 1390 | 2016-09-18 23:16:31 | 59.99 | 92% |