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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5131 | 2018-11-19 23:27:02 | 96.61 | 99% |
| 5109 | 2018-11-18 21:51:40 | 90.28 | 98% |
| 309 | 2015-06-17 17:01:56 | 72.19 | 96% |