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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 973 | 2016-09-16 14:02:49 | 55.15 | 88% |
| 722 | 2016-07-19 02:38:10 | 42.71 | 78% |
| 711 | 2016-06-03 06:01:34 | 44.59 | 82% |