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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 401 | 2013-03-31 22:09:40 | 117.46 | 95% |
| 389 | 2013-03-31 17:10:55 | 124.15 | 98% |
| 164 | 2013-01-02 02:20:51 | 117.65 | 97% |
| 115 | 2012-12-28 22:46:17 | 119.21 | 98% |
| 98 | 2012-12-23 03:30:28 | 116.92 | 97% |