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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 538 | 2015-03-05 07:44:23 | 114.39 | 98% |
| 292 | 2015-03-03 06:04:24 | 86.52 | 91% |
| 80 | 2015-03-02 08:03:58 | 88.65 | 90% |