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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1394 | 2016-04-08 14:03:31 | 113.53 | 94% |
| 854 | 2016-03-01 14:51:46 | 91.66 | 94% |
| 382 | 2016-02-09 12:57:34 | 96.90 | 93% |