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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2016-07-17 08:49:36 | 94.65 | 92% |
| 932 | 2016-07-02 13:39:43 | 86.86 | 88% |
| 99 | 2014-09-22 05:15:56 | 71.47 | 84% |