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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 870 | 2015-11-19 18:32:11 | 108.99 | 96% |
| 364 | 2015-11-16 19:27:35 | 96.65 | 93% |
| 30 | 2015-11-10 16:13:52 | 99.09 | 97% |