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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2015-06-22 20:18:38 | 64.19 | 93% |
| 493 | 2015-06-18 13:51:01 | 58.98 | 93% |
| 355 | 2015-06-05 10:17:42 | 64.36 | 96% |