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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1959 | 2017-03-01 09:09:41 | 116.66 | 97% |
| 968 | 2014-02-09 19:53:32 | 107.15 | 93% |
| 524 | 2013-09-16 07:18:31 | 90.97 | 93% |
| 53 | 2013-03-07 22:32:52 | 64.26 | 93% |
| 14 | 2013-01-25 02:04:05 | 109.42 | 91% |