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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5639 | 2018-09-04 23:24:51 | 84.62 | 96% |
| 4620 | 2018-06-14 06:46:38 | 94.94 | 97% |
| 3214 | 2018-02-24 02:24:32 | 87.29 | 97% |
| 1074 | 2017-10-29 02:26:05 | 80.03 | 96% |