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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3925 | 2017-04-18 06:09:32 | 66.05 | 88% |
| 3320 | 2017-03-30 12:24:39 | 79.44 | 93% |
| 1702 | 2017-01-20 19:37:49 | 66.70 | 93% |
| 531 | 2016-12-31 08:33:07 | 53.79 | 90% |