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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2014-03-19 05:44:55 | 103.35 | 98% |
| 1700 | 2013-03-30 08:51:26 | 83.27 | 91% |
| 614 | 2012-03-13 19:25:55 | 82.30 | 95% |
| 160 | 2011-12-10 01:34:21 | 67.76 | 90% |