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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2017-04-01 21:33:57 | 69.21 | 95% |
| 761 | 2015-03-26 21:37:36 | 62.40 | 92% |
| 708 | 2014-08-17 19:56:08 | 59.76 | 92% |