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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1555 | 2014-12-23 04:07:17 | 101.11 | 91% |
| 1525 | 2014-12-18 08:44:22 | 105.86 | 92% |
| 731 | 2014-10-10 07:05:55 | 95.98 | 90% |