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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1112 | 2015-01-25 05:25:34 | 106.73 | 93% |
| 673 | 2015-01-07 15:58:05 | 101.14 | 95% |
| 72 | 2014-12-09 02:51:01 | 93.96 | 93% |
| 21 | 2014-12-07 09:53:29 | 81.39 | 90% |