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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1134 | 2018-03-25 23:28:34 | 97.61 | 98% |
| 718 | 2013-10-09 17:15:14 | 82.86 | 96% |
| 514 | 2010-09-13 23:31:34 | 93.10 | |
| 373 | 2010-09-12 03:45:32 | 81.21 | |
| 232 | 2010-07-21 05:09:44 | 80.69 |