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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2038 | 2016-06-13 18:19:37 | 53.77 | 91% |
| 1905 | 2016-03-08 12:10:55 | 70.23 | 95% |
| 391 | 2013-09-25 18:55:57 | 49.53 | 89% |
| 220 | 2013-09-08 13:21:50 | 46.81 | 88% |