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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2015-04-03 19:06:45 | 77.71 | 96% |
| 1301 | 2015-03-27 21:25:58 | 77.12 | 94% |
| 162 | 2014-03-21 02:07:11 | 87.35 | 98% |