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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2016-06-01 13:44:11 | 68.69 | 93% |
| 928 | 2015-09-15 20:09:59 | 73.93 | 94% |
| 446 | 2014-02-26 16:35:27 | 50.65 | 90% |