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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2019 | 2017-03-12 21:34:28 | 87.36 | 95% |
| 1073 | 2017-01-07 01:51:36 | 76.58 | 95% |
| 386 | 2016-12-26 04:03:39 | 72.52 | 95% |
| 357 | 2016-12-26 03:26:57 | 66.77 | 95% |