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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4157 | 2015-09-21 17:20:40 | 93.76 | 97% |
| 3893 | 2015-02-25 13:39:12 | 91.19 | 95% |
| 1328 | 2014-01-27 14:26:58 | 59.09 | 90% |