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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3139 | 2017-09-17 13:54:46 | 59.30 | 98% |
| 2364 | 2015-11-23 12:02:16 | 56.09 | 98% |
| 1820 | 2015-10-12 09:10:31 | 52.79 | 96% |
| 1651 | 2015-09-23 13:31:55 | 62.89 | 99% |
| 983 | 2015-07-17 13:22:00 | 46.66 | 94% |