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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5369 | 2021-07-03 20:59:05 | 162.16 | 99% |
| 5335 | 2020-02-25 20:21:14 | 148.27 | 98% |
| 972 | 2017-07-03 19:28:40 | 142.69 | 98% |
| 856 | 2017-07-02 20:31:19 | 147.16 | 99% |