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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3482 | 2017-08-28 11:54:31 | 76.32 | 98% |
| 2721 | 2014-02-11 20:15:51 | 72.04 | 96% |
| 2011 | 2012-01-28 09:07:01 | 52.14 | 89% |
| 274 | 2011-10-27 14:23:21 | 44.66 | 92% |
| 1 | 2011-10-09 18:59:00 | 40.44 | 94% |