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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1540 | 2017-02-01 16:27:49 | 109.82 | 94% |
| 1433 | 2016-11-27 22:42:43 | 101.96 | 91% |
| 1122 | 2016-02-12 22:37:27 | 93.44 | 91% |
| 926 | 2015-11-09 21:02:09 | 92.74 | 93% |
| 169 | 2014-03-17 18:21:29 | 80.51 | 90% |