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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6892 | 2015-10-19 18:27:44 | 59.80 | 95% |
| 6307 | 2014-07-05 09:16:05 | 52.19 | 92% |
| 5876 | 2013-06-03 13:16:38 | 58.01 | 95% |
| 5860 | 2013-05-23 20:31:36 | 56.55 | 92% |