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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1103 | 2015-08-07 22:11:27 | 58.35 | 96% |
| 950 | 2015-08-03 21:03:06 | 52.57 | 95% |
| 80 | 2013-11-19 01:58:09 | 42.47 | 92% |