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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2016-12-18 11:27:39 | 116.19 | 93% |
| 235 | 2011-04-07 13:09:03 | 108.19 | |
| 79 | 2011-03-21 11:08:02 | 116.32 | |
| 29 | 2011-03-19 15:05:25 | 105.56 |