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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2748 | 2016-08-24 23:54:32 | 52.38 | 95% |
| 2727 | 2016-08-03 09:48:05 | 60.60 | 97% |
| 1420 | 2016-03-12 03:19:51 | 46.25 | 94% |