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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2015-12-27 01:14:46 | 100.94 | 94% |
| 351 | 2015-12-24 15:51:24 | 84.26 | 89% |
| 188 | 2015-11-25 15:09:15 | 80.59 | 86% |