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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 461 | 2015-02-26 06:39:11 | 119.96 | 96% |
| 163 | 2014-09-08 19:23:49 | 112.41 | 94% |
| 62 | 2014-02-20 22:00:11 | 123.09 | 96% |