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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 511 | 2014-06-10 19:43:08 | 93.51 | 99% |
| 396 | 2014-03-06 21:04:47 | 86.44 | 98% |
| 146 | 2014-02-17 15:27:17 | 75.25 | 95% |