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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1469 | 2018-10-02 11:33:18 | 102.92 | 98% |
| 379 | 2016-04-21 11:41:10 | 81.50 | 97% |
| 42 | 2015-07-26 02:07:44 | 59.63 | 94% |