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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2016-05-27 13:34:06 | 71.27 | 94% |
| 1006 | 2016-05-20 16:26:26 | 71.42 | 93% |
| 478 | 2016-05-03 19:05:44 | 65.34 | 94% |