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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2252 | 2018-01-22 17:23:03 | 70.99 | 96% |
| 1218 | 2014-05-06 07:34:07 | 60.78 | 92% |
| 1056 | 2011-01-22 19:04:30 | 61.49 | |
| 940 | 2011-01-10 03:53:35 | 63.82 | |
| 595 | 2010-06-24 16:40:20 | 49.38 |