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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2971 | 2016-01-19 22:36:53 | 69.07 | 90% |
| 2129 | 2013-07-29 23:14:42 | 83.01 | 94% |
| 768 | 2013-06-02 15:49:41 | 74.75 | 90% |
| 541 | 2013-06-01 20:22:22 | 79.88 | 93% |
| 415 | 2013-06-01 15:52:03 | 77.42 | 95% |