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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5509 | 2018-07-29 04:31:12 | 135.43 | 99% |
| 4193 | 2018-01-31 21:51:25 | 144.75 | 100% |
| 3959 | 2018-01-12 11:07:49 | 117.84 | 98% |
| 63 | 2017-02-17 21:04:47 | 119.33 | 97% |