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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1272 | 2018-12-13 18:41:16 | 85.01 | 97% |
| 529 | 2018-01-24 21:58:53 | 64.98 | 96% |
| 265 | 2017-10-10 02:49:23 | 57.30 | 96% |