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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2755 | 2019-10-29 04:29:29 | 136.45 | 99% |
| 2261 | 2018-08-30 07:08:17 | 124.92 | 99% |
| 1567 | 2013-08-12 15:30:45 | 112.05 | 95% |
| 186 | 2010-12-12 15:33:47 | 96.26 |