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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3166 | 2018-06-05 00:53:00 | 131.57 | 97% |
| 878 | 2017-06-21 07:30:56 | 148.21 | 99% |
| 504 | 2017-06-18 00:53:18 | 122.64 | 99% |