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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1344 | 2016-05-26 20:03:49 | 70.43 | 95% |
| 521 | 2016-05-08 08:12:33 | 61.29 | 94% |
| 430 | 2016-05-07 13:42:55 | 65.29 | 96% |
| 168 | 2016-05-05 19:54:31 | 54.11 | 94% |