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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2015-12-13 21:41:04 | 94.75 | 93% |
| 671 | 2015-12-07 05:40:24 | 86.02 | 88% |
| 586 | 2014-08-04 16:37:35 | 101.36 | 95% |
| 468 | 2013-11-13 03:38:26 | 100.26 | 94% |