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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 635 | 2017-05-27 11:21:26 | 61.09 | 88% |
| 479 | 2017-05-19 07:42:28 | 51.96 | 90% |
| 51 | 2017-02-24 04:16:25 | 36.72 | 86% |