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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2016-04-21 16:01:58 | 56.58 | 89% |
| 665 | 2015-12-28 04:40:51 | 57.66 | 92% |
| 144 | 2015-11-22 18:40:38 | 50.01 | 92% |