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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 315 | 2015-02-23 16:11:15 | 109.14 | 97% |
| 292 | 2015-02-20 20:42:13 | 105.32 | 96% |
| 82 | 2015-02-12 04:21:49 | 108.32 | 97% |