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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 537 | 2017-10-25 19:28:09 | 94.76 | 97% |
| 458 | 2017-10-22 23:18:56 | 93.29 | 97% |
| 134 | 2017-09-24 23:32:53 | 92.37 | 98% |