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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1175 | 2016-03-14 19:49:07 | 79.47 | 96% |
| 566 | 2016-01-29 22:27:07 | 76.66 | 99% |
| 403 | 2016-01-21 19:26:08 | 75.66 | 97% |