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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2015-12-31 05:53:02 | 98.73 | 93% |
| 123 | 2015-12-25 04:16:38 | 110.01 | 98% |
| 92 | 2015-12-25 02:38:50 | 98.10 | 96% |