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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 476 | 2017-02-22 14:42:51 | 89.42 | 95% |
| 444 | 2017-02-21 19:45:28 | 89.08 | 96% |
| 271 | 2017-02-17 07:43:59 | 86.55 | 93% |