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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1091 | 2016-01-28 04:25:03 | 77.40 | 93% |
| 1025 | 2013-10-02 03:30:53 | 76.30 | 96% |
| 861 | 2012-06-10 15:54:37 | 60.85 | 92% |
| 817 | 2012-06-07 13:54:47 | 63.55 | 92% |
| 815 | 2012-06-07 13:52:33 | 58.72 | 92% |