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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1975 | 2015-08-05 03:13:18 | 95.38 | 88% |
| 1397 | 2014-08-28 15:44:15 | 93.32 | 93% |
| 1117 | 2013-10-22 19:15:50 | 85.98 | 91% |
| 882 | 2013-07-10 21:07:59 | 78.75 | 90% |