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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2018-01-25 16:31:53 | 104.21 | 98% |
| 1040 | 2012-06-23 23:44:42 | 115.02 | 100% |
| 940 | 2012-06-18 11:15:51 | 91.49 | 97% |
| 610 | 2012-05-25 04:56:22 | 75.78 | 92% |
| 136 | 2011-12-06 10:15:31 | 76.45 | 94% |