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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2018-02-18 08:26:02 | 93.35 | 98% |
| 595 | 2016-08-31 06:59:49 | 95.47 | 97% |
| 555 | 2016-08-31 00:36:55 | 94.73 | 98% |
| 133 | 2016-08-23 02:23:04 | 99.56 | 97% |
| 106 | 2016-08-22 00:57:16 | 98.16 | 95% |