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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2014-03-31 13:00:29 | 85.11 | 95% |
| 717 | 2013-02-04 12:58:02 | 86.27 | 95% |
| 284 | 2013-01-02 12:21:54 | 81.47 | 97% |
| 171 | 2012-12-28 11:53:02 | 83.76 | 97% |