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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2016-04-16 14:54:43 | 85.67 | 93% |
| 797 | 2016-03-06 09:04:57 | 83.22 | 91% |
| 346 | 2015-12-21 18:59:35 | 66.49 | 86% |