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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 585 | 2016-06-22 14:25:00 | 56.81 | 92% |
| 450 | 2014-07-13 17:28:22 | 66.55 | 95% |
| 313 | 2013-12-07 12:18:45 | 67.94 | 97% |