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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1404 | 2015-04-29 22:04:32 | 124.70 | 98% |
| 366 | 2014-12-16 10:50:12 | 106.65 | 95% |
| 218 | 2014-12-01 16:08:54 | 114.66 | 96% |