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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 880 | 2018-11-19 15:48:54 | 100.98 | 97% |
| 680 | 2012-12-11 00:56:46 | 98.25 | 95% |
| 349 | 2012-12-06 00:54:02 | 91.61 | 92% |