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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1315 | 2018-04-17 18:33:55 | 115.74 | 99% |
| 688 | 2013-02-25 21:42:43 | 112.74 | 95% |
| 391 | 2012-11-02 10:38:02 | 106.68 | 95% |
| 154 | 2012-10-25 12:44:11 | 94.53 | 92% |