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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2015-03-08 23:21:26 | 89.06 | 94% |
| 1392 | 2015-02-23 03:35:20 | 95.92 | 96% |
| 590 | 2014-12-01 03:53:17 | 96.27 | 98% |