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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1843 | 2018-05-10 22:06:19 | 90.05 | 96% |
| 1231 | 2018-05-01 23:18:02 | 95.96 | 98% |
| 191 | 2016-11-30 00:16:09 | 85.21 | 94% |