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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1020 | 2016-09-23 18:35:30 | 133.26 | 82% |
| 468 | 2015-02-25 21:52:56 | 127.74 | 88% |
| 299 | 2015-02-18 10:46:12 | 127.35 | 90% |