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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1029 | 2019-03-16 14:14:40 | 48.13 | 96% |
| 537 | 2012-06-11 02:56:29 | 52.54 | 94% |
| 193 | 2011-07-31 12:43:32 | 56.35 | 93% |