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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1825 | 2016-10-22 19:49:24 | 81.69 | 93% |
| 213 | 2015-07-08 00:08:07 | 72.67 | 90% |
| 9 | 2015-04-06 18:29:08 | 79.45 | 96% |