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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2016-03-19 13:52:18 | 111.65 | 91% |
| 281 | 2016-02-14 15:58:36 | 134.42 | 97% |
| 176 | 2014-03-29 17:49:42 | 98.12 | 90% |
| 162 | 2014-03-29 17:35:02 | 104.81 | 93% |