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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2017-05-22 17:44:25 | 81.35 | 95% |
| 520 | 2017-01-27 22:48:46 | 94.53 | 100% |
| 240 | 2017-01-23 02:58:23 | 79.77 | 96% |