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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2016-10-18 05:04:33 | 73.68 | 94% |
| 708 | 2016-02-14 14:47:45 | 65.36 | 94% |
| 612 | 2015-03-08 15:46:21 | 68.46 | 94% |