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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2016-12-13 16:20:47 | 68.62 | 89% |
| 720 | 2015-11-02 14:43:00 | 105.88 | 97% |
| 406 | 2014-04-22 23:22:48 | 104.33 | 95% |
| 362 | 2014-03-21 19:20:47 | 101.73 | 93% |