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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1210 | 2013-03-13 06:16:39 | 158.24 | 97% |
| 1153 | 2013-03-13 04:43:25 | 153.21 | 96% |
| 886 | 2013-03-05 21:07:08 | 146.23 | 96% |