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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1912 | 2015-12-27 18:39:27 | 81.72 | 96% |
| 608 | 2014-10-31 00:50:57 | 78.14 | 97% |
| 560 | 2014-10-25 00:27:48 | 72.86 | 94% |
| 324 | 2013-09-30 17:32:51 | 72.42 | 95% |