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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2017-07-25 20:37:50 | 93.13 | 99% |
| 708 | 2017-01-13 19:33:34 | 73.72 | 92% |
| 359 | 2014-11-03 23:01:21 | 72.09 | 92% |
| 258 | 2014-10-28 23:24:15 | 74.70 | 95% |