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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2016-09-19 11:05:08 | 77.02 | 97% |
| 418 | 2016-06-24 22:11:36 | 67.05 | 96% |
| 247 | 2016-06-19 18:22:19 | 64.67 | 94% |
| 217 | 2016-06-09 19:04:30 | 66.48 | 95% |