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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2017-01-03 22:13:31 | 106.44 | 92% |
| 1117 | 2016-10-19 00:23:02 | 89.80 | 89% |
| 417 | 2016-04-04 12:34:13 | 82.35 | 87% |
| 409 | 2016-03-24 12:36:14 | 87.06 | 89% |