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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1722 | 2016-02-05 23:01:21 | 52.69 | 92% |
| 1557 | 2015-12-14 22:44:02 | 49.25 | 89% |
| 1247 | 2015-10-14 22:03:38 | 45.35 | 87% |