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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1885 | 2015-01-14 00:10:41 | 85.07 | 94% |
| 1435 | 2014-07-01 21:34:29 | 83.31 | 95% |
| 1206 | 2014-06-03 21:48:42 | 75.76 | 93% |
| 1013 | 2014-05-24 22:27:10 | 68.04 | 92% |
| 680 | 2014-04-27 13:47:15 | 77.12 | 92% |