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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 827 | 2017-03-01 13:36:53 | 110.02 | 96% |
| 644 | 2017-02-28 15:05:53 | 105.74 | 97% |
| 184 | 2015-12-08 03:47:29 | 98.29 | 96% |