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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 742 | 2016-04-30 15:59:28 | 131.82 | 94% |
| 370 | 2014-02-17 17:57:13 | 120.65 | 92% |
| 189 | 2013-11-07 06:34:35 | 105.54 | 93% |