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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2015-05-07 16:46:09 | 74.44 | 94% |
| 1047 | 2014-07-19 09:24:09 | 64.37 | 93% |
| 630 | 2014-04-22 17:58:51 | 51.15 | 93% |
| 95 | 2014-03-12 23:58:34 | 38.30 | 93% |