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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2016-01-31 03:02:46 | 146.76 | 99% |
| 366 | 2015-02-22 22:52:11 | 135.03 | 96% |
| 123 | 2013-08-29 06:18:46 | 141.06 | 97% |
| 28 | 2013-08-16 18:15:24 | 135.29 | 97% |