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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 743 | 2016-03-22 07:10:07 | 58.69 | 93% |
| 322 | 2015-12-10 02:50:17 | 47.75 | 89% |
| 160 | 2015-11-24 06:57:49 | 51.61 | 94% |
| 108 | 2015-11-19 01:33:17 | 43.59 | 86% |