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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 981 | 2015-04-06 04:16:41 | 88.59 | 95% |
| 467 | 2015-03-31 23:29:55 | 84.34 | 95% |
| 117 | 2015-03-30 03:05:42 | 78.36 | 92% |