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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2015-10-29 03:38:51 | 86.58 | 93% |
| 888 | 2015-06-21 05:03:48 | 83.21 | 94% |
| 746 | 2014-04-07 02:45:21 | 75.74 | 94% |