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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2439 | 2017-01-13 00:34:15 | 82.21 | 97% |
| 1582 | 2016-10-06 03:32:37 | 67.60 | 90% |
| 1152 | 2016-09-01 23:27:51 | 70.13 | 90% |
| 41 | 2016-07-05 21:32:24 | 50.38 | 86% |