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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9744 | 2018-04-07 08:24:13 | 70.43 | 96% |
| 3683 | 2017-08-18 13:09:26 | 65.08 | 97% |
| 2845 | 2017-07-29 12:53:36 | 56.32 | 97% |
| 292 | 2017-04-23 09:12:40 | 37.06 | 91% |