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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3047 | 2016-06-02 04:48:19 | 98.85 | 91% |
| 1094 | 2016-02-15 21:45:03 | 121.29 | 95% |
| 538 | 2014-04-28 06:28:07 | 91.77 | 88% |
| 291 | 2014-02-05 05:35:40 | 107.40 | 97% |