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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2674 | 2019-04-14 15:53:43 | 98.88 | 97% |
| 1412 | 2016-10-24 17:33:44 | 89.75 | 91% |
| 782 | 2016-06-07 15:49:08 | 71.26 | 87% |