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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1892 | 2016-04-01 00:17:20 | 64.11 | 94% |
| 1561 | 2016-03-28 15:00:52 | 67.31 | 95% |
| 943 | 2016-03-16 21:33:09 | 58.65 | 94% |