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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1568 | 2016-03-03 11:34:06 | 72.84 | 95% |
| 1501 | 2015-09-23 16:04:33 | 77.59 | 96% |
| 1226 | 2014-11-08 08:05:30 | 64.00 | 96% |
| 1051 | 2014-10-30 17:50:31 | 61.06 | 92% |
| 39 | 2014-01-22 11:04:39 | 45.85 | 91% |