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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 571 | 2016-11-01 11:38:17 | 90.71 | 95% |
| 535 | 2016-09-17 12:11:19 | 100.35 | 98% |
| 192 | 2015-01-06 17:29:51 | 85.43 | 97% |
| 172 | 2014-09-16 16:09:30 | 82.98 | 96% |
| 122 | 2014-07-22 19:58:12 | 61.03 | 91% |