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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2023 | 2013-05-07 04:06:27 | 135.22 | 94% |
| 1607 | 2012-05-10 01:23:45 | 137.60 | 96% |
| 1327 | 2012-05-02 01:24:56 | 133.67 | 93% |