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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2301 | 2014-01-08 17:19:38 | 101.30 | 95% |
| 1786 | 2013-04-03 15:44:20 | 111.34 | 98% |
| 1368 | 2013-02-01 18:34:56 | 96.50 | 95% |
| 1198 | 2013-01-18 19:43:39 | 95.06 | 93% |
| 337 | 2012-08-07 18:51:05 | 96.07 | 93% |