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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1154 | 2017-06-17 10:16:31 | 56.05 | 98% |
| 1060 | 2015-09-02 10:14:47 | 46.32 | 97% |
| 636 | 2011-12-26 01:05:19 | 56.48 | 98% |
| 352 | 2010-12-02 15:23:37 | 51.44 |