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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2200 | 2016-05-09 02:24:43 | 109.05 | 94% |
| 763 | 2016-02-27 19:47:33 | 89.88 | 90% |
| 350 | 2016-02-14 18:43:15 | 95.90 | 92% |