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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1428 | 2017-05-23 04:07:40 | 86.47 | 95% |
| 716 | 2017-04-21 06:41:21 | 75.25 | 91% |
| 521 | 2017-04-17 23:39:54 | 71.29 | 89% |