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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1404 | 2018-03-26 15:37:30 | 81.91 | 97% |
| 1212 | 2017-02-26 18:18:51 | 74.33 | 92% |
| 225 | 2016-01-22 09:55:42 | 63.40 | 93% |
| 46 | 2016-01-06 14:26:15 | 51.51 | 88% |