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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1049 | 2016-08-03 21:07:19 | 144.36 | 90% |
| 952 | 2015-05-24 01:35:24 | 157.50 | 96% |
| 587 | 2012-01-27 19:30:36 | 137.48 | 91% |