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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 633 | 2016-11-22 05:30:50 | 65.48 | 93% |
| 551 | 2016-08-30 05:55:52 | 79.76 | 94% |
| 449 | 2016-07-26 11:25:19 | 67.91 | 90% |