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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2016-12-29 07:33:45 | 68.44 | 90% |
| 979 | 2016-12-21 19:31:56 | 70.48 | 90% |
| 406 | 2016-10-26 00:15:57 | 70.45 | 91% |
| 122 | 2016-07-20 04:58:09 | 68.10 | 92% |