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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3106 | 2018-01-26 20:37:14 | 85.85 | 97% |
| 1826 | 2017-06-12 15:40:48 | 51.91 | 93% |
| 1660 | 2017-05-31 02:25:36 | 69.44 | 87% |
| 337 | 2016-12-16 22:43:41 | 47.50 | 79% |