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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1514 | 2017-05-13 06:10:04 | 105.75 | 95% |
| 1359 | 2017-03-08 07:41:16 | 107.82 | 96% |
| 1003 | 2017-02-15 08:17:34 | 104.49 | 94% |