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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2453 | 2018-10-14 19:18:08 | 89.43 | 98% |
| 1170 | 2017-06-08 17:52:33 | 103.26 | 99% |
| 1165 | 2017-06-08 17:48:00 | 103.15 | 98% |