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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1695 | 2017-05-18 15:14:10 | 74.93 | 90% |
| 1396 | 2015-05-20 14:37:28 | 86.43 | 94% |
| 833 | 2015-04-14 14:08:36 | 90.82 | 97% |
| 763 | 2015-04-09 17:11:06 | 85.11 | 96% |