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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 546 | 2016-01-10 18:18:42 | 91.59 | 92% |
| 466 | 2016-01-06 00:50:26 | 93.96 | 93% |
| 354 | 2013-12-16 02:18:30 | 72.36 | 88% |
| 98 | 2012-11-28 20:07:28 | 70.30 | 94% |