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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 821 | 2017-05-18 03:45:45 | 48.20 | 97% |
| 543 | 2016-07-21 17:33:17 | 48.25 | 92% |
| 266 | 2016-04-13 13:14:24 | 65.66 | 98% |