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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2103 | 2014-10-01 06:01:35 | 106.96 | 97% |
| 2060 | 2014-09-24 08:29:54 | 108.59 | 95% |
| 1768 | 2014-08-30 22:46:49 | 96.56 | 94% |
| 1490 | 2014-05-22 23:52:45 | 107.83 | 97% |
| 1355 | 2014-04-26 10:34:56 | 86.75 | 91% |
| 368 | 2014-01-19 22:05:32 | 99.06 | 94% |
| 363 | 2014-01-19 00:00:53 | 86.17 | 88% |
| 241 | 2012-07-27 01:24:04 | 74.79 | 87% |