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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1629 | 2017-01-19 04:51:39 | 64.15 | 94% |
| 1367 | 2017-01-11 15:27:17 | 70.20 | 100% |
| 858 | 2016-12-15 06:09:43 | 65.26 | 97% |