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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2024-04-22 16:09:18 | 74.79 | 97% |
| 1430 | 2017-04-29 13:18:32 | 59.30 | 90% |
| 1300 | 2017-03-21 12:15:55 | 65.63 | 93% |
| 440 | 2016-07-04 14:59:49 | 46.29 | 94% |
| 184 | 2014-10-29 13:22:41 | 31.20 | 93% |