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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 149 | 2017-01-01 02:45:14 | 70.12 | 94% |
| 107 | 2016-12-29 14:20:16 | 69.41 | 98% |
| 23 | 2016-12-25 02:10:45 | 62.16 | 93% |