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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2380 | 2022-10-31 04:47:30 | 80.46 | 97% |
| 2118 | 2018-02-04 03:53:21 | 76.16 | 96% |
| 1586 | 2015-06-30 12:13:13 | 89.39 | 95% |
| 1262 | 2013-10-18 11:51:21 | 93.24 | 93% |
| 306 | 2013-02-21 11:07:54 | 86.88 | 93% |