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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 725 | 2015-09-18 16:34:45 | 75.90 | 94% |
| 400 | 2015-07-22 11:25:14 | 78.99 | 98% |
| 88 | 2015-07-18 13:12:59 | 71.47 | 99% |