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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1427 | 2017-05-24 03:07:57 | 114.47 | 98% |
| 1091 | 2016-08-27 15:06:20 | 101.73 | 99% |
| 563 | 2013-08-16 21:04:49 | 104.42 | 98% |
| 400 | 2013-08-11 02:34:25 | 102.62 | 97% |