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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5025 | 2019-01-21 07:35:30 | 75.41 | 96% |
| 4178 | 2018-11-11 15:43:04 | 87.70 | 95% |
| 3705 | 2018-10-28 10:28:44 | 79.18 | 94% |