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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 633 | 2016-01-23 13:47:40 | 81.53 | 96% |
| 491 | 2016-01-19 14:20:02 | 81.22 | 97% |
| 349 | 2016-01-07 17:19:16 | 78.07 | 98% |
| 166 | 2012-09-14 11:09:40 | 59.88 | 90% |