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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3007 | 2017-05-17 20:52:47 | 75.85 | 90% |
| 1749 | 2016-01-05 23:08:41 | 75.68 | 93% |
| 1248 | 2015-08-19 11:56:24 | 73.05 | 92% |