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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6025 | 2019-04-15 13:46:07 | 62.20 | 99% |
| 5233 | 2019-03-14 11:25:18 | 54.59 | 98% |
| 129 | 2016-12-04 12:59:32 | 43.30 | 97% |