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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1599 | 2017-03-05 06:42:44 | 65.01 | 94% |
| 327 | 2014-05-09 12:05:30 | 52.28 | 92% |
| 325 | 2014-05-05 14:07:57 | 48.84 | 89% |
| 269 | 2014-04-25 17:09:27 | 44.70 | 88% |
| 213 | 2014-02-26 14:30:26 | 47.83 | 91% |