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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2017-07-02 03:04:25 | 88.38 | 99% |
| 1438 | 2015-01-24 01:48:47 | 77.37 | 93% |
| 119 | 2010-10-27 17:05:55 | 68.06 | |
| 104 | 2010-10-26 16:18:17 | 67.60 |