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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1716 | 2016-08-06 12:15:07 | 72.52 | 97% |
| 1627 | 2016-07-18 17:12:46 | 68.21 | 95% |
| 1367 | 2014-08-24 08:35:07 | 61.27 | 93% |
| 1207 | 2013-10-28 12:56:04 | 77.01 | 99% |
| 906 | 2010-10-12 15:45:44 | 66.31 |