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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2015-04-02 15:20:35 | 56.93 | 92% |
| 595 | 2015-02-20 10:41:21 | 49.15 | 96% |
| 421 | 2015-02-16 14:20:12 | 53.83 | 95% |