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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 768 | 2016-11-10 03:10:46 | 115.16 | 90% |
| 197 | 2013-12-22 03:10:23 | 90.71 | 91% |
| 97 | 2013-11-17 23:53:55 | 78.26 | 88% |