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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2015-08-16 17:54:35 | 94.07 | 93% |
| 414 | 2014-06-16 14:44:24 | 88.66 | 93% |
| 387 | 2014-05-05 09:28:29 | 74.24 | 90% |
| 141 | 2014-05-01 12:01:27 | 82.92 | 95% |