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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2016-09-06 10:41:47 | 68.08 | 95% |
| 773 | 2016-07-28 09:32:23 | 79.10 | 97% |
| 606 | 2016-04-27 17:00:36 | 79.10 | 97% |
| 207 | 2012-11-15 11:52:40 | 75.98 | 97% |