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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 757 | 2015-10-24 17:45:51 | 56.67 | 95% |
| 519 | 2015-08-28 03:46:28 | 51.04 | 97% |
| 433 | 2015-08-19 03:34:15 | 48.26 | 95% |