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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3673 | 2020-05-13 12:02:52 | 81.95 | 97% |
| 1065 | 2016-11-12 00:02:24 | 72.20 | 94% |
| 675 | 2016-08-07 20:02:27 | 73.61 | 97% |
| 88 | 2016-07-12 20:58:04 | 73.28 | 99% |