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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3052 | 2015-11-18 05:48:49 | 35.54 | 90% |
| 2853 | 2014-06-29 11:25:04 | 63.82 | 93% |
| 2308 | 2013-10-30 14:42:54 | 45.58 | 90% |
| 1516 | 2013-10-11 11:47:56 | 43.60 | 92% |