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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 352 | 2016-09-13 01:19:40 | 122.62 | 95% |
| 248 | 2016-05-28 16:04:17 | 126.62 | 93% |
| 102 | 2016-05-16 18:05:28 | 117.29 | 91% |