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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2108 | 2017-08-30 04:06:47 | 143.59 | 98% |
| 1648 | 2017-08-19 23:13:12 | 135.43 | 98% |
| 561 | 2016-05-03 19:25:06 | 143.14 | 94% |
| 493 | 2015-12-21 02:17:56 | 130.47 | 90% |