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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1983 | 2015-03-31 19:03:21 | 64.16 | 96% |
| 1252 | 2015-03-01 09:57:28 | 56.13 | 98% |
| 475 | 2015-01-28 19:21:03 | 36.49 | 95% |