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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2343 | 2017-02-10 03:53:43 | 94.17 | 97% |
| 1644 | 2016-11-15 03:56:48 | 90.78 | 97% |
| 1436 | 2016-11-01 21:07:15 | 86.22 | 94% |