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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2419 | 2019-11-13 00:59:39 | 99.47 | 98% |
| 374 | 2011-08-26 04:57:47 | 93.80 | 98% |
| 298 | 2011-08-12 00:49:11 | 89.34 | 96% |
| 290 | 2011-08-09 23:38:25 | 104.55 | 100% |