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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 625 | 2017-07-29 20:51:54 | 77.34 | 97% |
| 406 | 2014-11-16 22:04:47 | 57.12 | 86% |
| 360 | 2014-11-11 07:39:56 | 51.56 | 80% |
| 304 | 2014-09-26 15:36:25 | 67.92 | 88% |
| 203 | 2014-09-10 21:25:56 | 57.98 | 86% |