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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2016-10-05 13:05:57 | 60.82 | 94% |
| 165 | 2016-09-17 15:32:33 | 52.78 | 95% |
| 60 | 2016-09-15 10:47:58 | 51.22 | 93% |