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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2017-04-16 20:31:09 | 50.11 | 86% |
| 988 | 2017-02-10 01:41:25 | 53.96 | 90% |
| 835 | 2017-02-04 16:59:00 | 70.29 | 95% |