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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 523 | 2016-01-31 04:02:05 | 107.56 | 96% |
| 454 | 2015-01-05 21:55:21 | 94.78 | 94% |
| 41 | 2013-12-23 07:32:45 | 88.24 | 94% |