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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2797 | 2024-04-21 03:16:44 | 110.51 | 98.7% |
| 1933 | 2016-04-23 12:16:08 | 99.69 | 95% |
| 1843 | 2016-04-13 00:57:18 | 88.10 | 90% |
| 689 | 2016-01-02 21:35:54 | 92.94 | 92% |
| 301 | 2015-12-11 23:19:50 | 77.17 | 87% |