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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 816 | 2016-10-02 04:55:47 | 67.89 | 92% |
| 640 | 2013-10-24 04:30:30 | 70.46 | 94% |
| 137 | 2013-05-19 00:55:18 | 67.05 | 94% |
| 63 | 2013-05-15 05:44:11 | 60.36 | 91% |