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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 403 | 2017-04-11 04:32:20 | 135.16 | 98% |
| 260 | 2015-09-18 18:39:36 | 136.81 | 100% |
| 232 | 2015-07-18 08:07:35 | 130.04 | 98% |