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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 589 | 2015-02-01 23:08:23 | 79.23 | 88% |
| 373 | 2014-12-17 21:00:08 | 86.12 | 92% |
| 171 | 2014-07-26 21:28:20 | 84.35 | 94% |