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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 815 | 2016-07-19 23:50:14 | 112.45 | 98% |
| 342 | 2015-05-10 04:10:41 | 93.38 | 98% |
| 111 | 2014-08-24 23:16:15 | 80.30 | 88% |