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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 560 | 2016-02-08 14:36:48 | 69.47 | 94% |
| 528 | 2016-02-02 14:20:28 | 57.05 | 93% |
| 320 | 2016-01-18 21:07:03 | 70.20 | 98% |