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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2827 | 2016-11-06 16:56:50 | 102.06 | 97% |
| 1202 | 2016-10-18 19:26:40 | 91.73 | 94% |
| 481 | 2016-10-12 01:42:26 | 84.66 | 93% |