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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1077 | 2016-08-11 12:48:24 | 78.51 | 88% |
| 835 | 2016-07-26 04:27:26 | 77.09 | 91% |
| 334 | 2015-12-19 05:11:10 | 70.49 | 88% |
| 142 | 2015-03-11 09:19:36 | 68.14 | 91% |