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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2978 | 2014-06-08 20:49:54 | 117.69 | 98% |
| 2897 | 2014-05-27 05:29:29 | 123.03 | 98% |
| 2203 | 2012-07-27 03:03:04 | 130.09 | 99% |
| 1894 | 2012-07-02 04:11:26 | 112.42 | 96% |
| 1869 | 2012-07-02 03:46:38 | 105.21 | 96% |