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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1152 | 2016-09-10 13:51:00 | 124.69 | 94% |
| 899 | 2016-04-09 23:09:59 | 117.98 | 94% |
| 59 | 2016-01-11 02:13:14 | 96.37 | 92% |