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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2015-09-18 15:46:34 | 56.97 | 87% |
| 62 | 2015-06-09 08:52:43 | 59.73 | 93% |
| 17 | 2015-05-27 11:34:15 | 65.88 | 99% |