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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3174 | 2017-05-19 05:05:10 | 49.25 | 91% |
| 2189 | 2017-03-30 13:13:14 | 48.35 | 93% |
| 2187 | 2017-03-30 13:10:09 | 48.63 | 94% |