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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2016-11-28 09:16:07 | 84.43 | 95% |
| 661 | 2016-07-18 06:07:54 | 79.13 | 94% |
| 401 | 2016-07-01 07:15:56 | 74.95 | 94% |