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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2015-08-03 06:23:04 | 85.93 | 96% |
| 671 | 2015-07-09 06:45:05 | 85.26 | 97% |
| 374 | 2015-07-01 06:00:16 | 64.75 | 92% |