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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2390 | 2017-07-19 21:03:18 | 86.88 | 98% |
| 1733 | 2015-01-08 08:34:47 | 72.58 | 94% |
| 1447 | 2014-12-03 14:42:53 | 78.94 | 98% |
| 1035 | 2014-10-20 08:12:16 | 76.45 | 97% |
| 1018 | 2014-10-19 12:46:18 | 71.98 | 97% |