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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 540 | 2016-08-06 12:15:18 | 61.09 | 90% |
| 362 | 2016-07-30 14:35:11 | 53.64 | 89% |
| 160 | 2016-07-22 21:47:14 | 42.95 | 81% |