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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1903 | 2019-11-18 07:46:00 | 74.66 | 99% |
| 1328 | 2014-02-11 13:52:39 | 60.38 | 97% |
| 1249 | 2014-01-25 19:44:35 | 56.10 | 96% |
| 1015 | 2013-12-12 11:50:14 | 60.47 | 97% |
| 433 | 2012-03-10 05:11:17 | 51.33 | 95% |