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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 508 | 2016-06-06 04:04:17 | 111.29 | 94% |
| 217 | 2013-09-22 04:05:27 | 103.66 | 90% |
| 89 | 2012-09-07 13:47:01 | 105.77 | 93% |