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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1977 | 2016-05-03 18:02:36 | 96.87 | 91% |
| 967 | 2016-03-10 21:01:28 | 117.25 | 94% |
| 447 | 2016-01-17 23:10:32 | 111.56 | 96% |