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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1046 | 2017-06-12 22:22:46 | 82.96 | 98% |
| 748 | 2017-06-05 23:17:27 | 84.34 | 98% |
| 478 | 2017-05-11 18:22:14 | 84.33 | 97% |