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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7166 | 2019-04-15 22:56:22 | 111.20 | 99% |
| 5076 | 2018-11-05 20:11:39 | 102.93 | 99% |
| 2659 | 2018-05-16 17:01:12 | 93.70 | 99% |
| 982 | 2018-01-31 21:20:05 | 81.73 | 97% |