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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3099 | 2019-05-17 23:20:17 | 121.81 | 99% |
| 1926 | 2016-02-12 16:18:00 | 93.03 | 93% |
| 1751 | 2016-02-09 12:57:34 | 96.05 | 96% |
| 1053 | 2016-01-19 18:53:21 | 91.78 | 95% |
| 767 | 2016-01-12 20:37:47 | 86.00 | 93% |
| 397 | 2015-09-06 22:10:37 | 89.89 | 97% |
| 30 | 2014-02-22 14:12:04 | 76.51 | 97% |