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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2016-07-05 12:32:48 | 77.94 | 88% |
| 1223 | 2016-03-30 12:24:12 | 69.48 | 87% |
| 393 | 2013-12-15 11:37:57 | 74.98 | 93% |