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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2017-12-14 18:06:12 | 97.35 | 98% |
| 948 | 2016-01-03 05:32:36 | 78.72 | 88% |
| 619 | 2015-05-18 03:18:02 | 97.00 | 96% |
| 299 | 2015-04-29 01:22:35 | 91.64 | 95% |