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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1277 | 2015-06-24 10:07:33 | 74.06 | 92% |
| 836 | 2015-03-07 09:21:46 | 75.99 | 95% |
| 274 | 2015-02-18 11:49:35 | 60.29 | 88% |