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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1987 | 2018-02-23 18:26:27 | 77.04 | 97% |
| 1663 | 2017-12-24 23:40:27 | 81.61 | 96% |
| 666 | 2017-06-20 04:42:53 | 69.91 | 96% |
| 607 | 2017-06-18 22:30:55 | 68.31 | 98% |
| 287 | 2017-02-24 17:47:26 | 52.29 | 96% |