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 | 2017-03-16 03:13:03 | 76.51 | 97% |
| 176 | 2016-06-18 05:47:54 | 66.46 | 94% |
| 91 | 2013-11-04 08:17:33 | 38.69 | 85% |