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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1486 | 2015-08-22 15:15:22 | 86.39 | 98% |
| 784 | 2014-10-02 00:37:55 | 78.71 | 96% |
| 681 | 2014-09-23 13:45:44 | 60.45 | 93% |
| 114 | 2014-07-15 13:57:06 | 70.79 | 97% |