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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9357 | 2019-03-16 19:00:48 | 87.57 | 93% |
| 6303 | 2018-11-07 19:23:20 | 119.60 | 98% |
| 5953 | 2018-10-29 17:52:21 | 96.92 | 96% |